Chapter 29
The old Silver Moon pack house stood exactly as it had three years ago — the place where my life had been shattered. The same cold stone walls. The same ritual chamber where Darius had chained me to Ryker’s bed and walked away laughing. Now we returned as something entirely different. I stood in the center of the chamber with Ryker at my back and the four rogue Alphas surrounding me. The air was thick with old magic and fresh tension. The final truth waited here. As we stepped deeper into the ruins, the walls began to glow with faint red runes. The curse itself was speaking. A spectral vision formed in the center of the chamber — an ancient Lycan figure, the first bearer of the curse centuries ago. “The hybrids were never accidents,” the figure spoke, voice echoing through the room. “
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