Confronting the Curse Keeper
The darkness swallowed them whole. Ridge and Aria plummeted through the void, their silver lights flickering wildly against the black maw of the abyss. The world around them twisted, stretched, and broke into fragments, each one shimmering with a horrifying reflection of what they feared most.
Ridge’s wolf instincts flared, claws extended, muscles coiled like springs ready to strike, but nothing in his centuries of battles could anchor them here. Every movement felt like pushing against eternity itself. The void pulled at him, pulling at Aria, pulling at the very essence of their bond.
Aria’s hands gripped his fur, her glow pulsing brighter than ever. “Ridge… it’s… it’s alive! It’s inside us!” she cried, voice trembling. “I… I can feel it… trying to tear us
