Killian’s POV
The word cursed still echoed in my head long after the Priestess said it.
The air had turned thick, hard to breathe. The Priestess was still on her knees, whispering to herself, her lips moving faster than her prayers could catch up.
Outside, the wolves began to howl.
Not the kind of howl that spoke to the moon , this one was pain.
I turned and ran for the door.
,
The ground shook under my feet as I stepped out. The scent of blood hit me first. Then came the cries.
Warriors stumbled across the courtyard, their bodies covered in strange marks , glowing faintly silver, burning through their skin. One man fell in front of me, gasping for air. His claws were out, but he couldn’t shift back.
“Alpha…” he choked, eyes wide. “It hurts.”
I knelt beside him, trying to calm hi
