VANESSA'S P.O.V
"I guess that settles it, Luna." The sage replied with a slow nod.
"What then is the other scroll?" Adrien asked him, his hands on my shoulder still tense.
The sage sighed deeply. "There's no easy way to say this, Alpha. Please read it first."
Adrien picked up the second scroll on the table and I noticed his face noticeably paled and his sharp icy eyes dimmed.
Curiously, I took the letter from his hands and my brows furrowed in confusion.
The Curse of the Broken Oath
In shadows deep where oaths were torn,
Beneath the fang and forest born,
A wound was carved in sacred land,
By traitor's blood and vengeful hand.
The trees remember, roots still weep,
As cursed winds through soil creep.
The howls shall twist, the hearts shall turn,
Until the fire of fate does burn
