Ragnor
I stared at her, disbelief coursing through me. “Sacrificed? What do you mean by that? You’ve never mentioned this before!”
Her fingers grazed the ornate mantle as she turned to face me, her expression a mix of resignation and anger.
“Because it’s a tale I hoped you’d never need to hear. But clearly, fate has other plans.”
The firelight flickered against her sharp features as she sighed.
“Your father and his father before him were obsessed with power and immortality. They believed that with enough strength, they could rule not just their pack, but beyond—forming an empire to rival the elders of old.”
I clenched my fists, fury bubbling beneath the surface. “And what does that have to do with a curse? What did they do?”
Her gaze hardened. “They sought a deal with the Shadows.
