~Regan POV~
"You could have burned me," I tell her, and she raises an eyebrow at me. Yeah, she has too much control and power now for that. "Want to rephrase that? Maybe next time I will miss intentionally," she chuckles. I shake my head, wandering over to her while shedding my clothes. Reaching the bed, I growl when I see her wolves separating me from her, and they move instantly, all three jumping off the bed and wandering toward the fire.
Climbing on the bed, Zirah rolls to face me. “Tell me about your mother. How did she die?” she asks suddenly, and I pause.
The question punctures my heart. My mother’s death is a wound that has never quite healed, a constant reminder of the horrors this curse has caused us.
"She... she died not long after we realized the curse had truly worked," I
