Aurora's POV
But my eyes stayed on Zayne.
Because the way he looked at me told me one thing:
This changed everything. And not just for us. For the entire pack.
As I helped Zayne to his feet, a strange rustling came from the trees behind us. A figure stepped out, hooded, tall, carrying something in their hand.
It was a blood-stained envelope… with my name on it.
“Your history,” the figure said, the voice distorted. “Your destiny. Everything your mother hid from you… begins now.”
And before I could move, they vanished.
Leaving the envelope and the truth burning in my hand.
Zayne’s POV
I used to believe curses were chains, unbreakable, absolute, that were written into the bones of fate. Something you endured, not something you escaped.
But everything I believed was rewritten the m
