Zyair POV
I stare at her not knowing what to say or do at that moment, I was confused about what she meant, that she was the curse, the cursed child I was supposed to kill years ago. Did she know that I was to kill her then, if I had killed her then when she was a baby, I would never have gotten to meet her, and neither would the curse have existed?
That had been what made me clamp my mouth shut.
Ever since she had been hunted by the moonlight pack. They wanted to kill her because she would bring disaster to the pack. That’s why she shouldn’t have lived but she did because I let her.
Three-times. If I wasn’t mistaken that I’d attempted to kill her.
She didn’t know all that. That was the reason I was this way, and that she was pitiable. And how much she must have suffered. The look
