I nodded. “And then?” I asked. Clearly, there was more.
“Our forefather, Oleander, was furious. A witch luna! Over his dead body!” Said my Grandpa. “So he poisoned his own brother, Alto, with silver and wolfsbane in his wedding goblet.”
My eyes widened. “That’s despicable!”
“Yes, yes, it is,” muttered Grandfather.
“What happened to Georgianna? Was she poisoned too?” I asked.
“No, she lived on. She was greatly aggrieved though. In despair, she cursed Oleander and his lineage to never feel the love she was denied!” Said Grandfather.
I had heard about the “family curse”before. I wasn’t sure I believed it. Supposedly, the curse claimed the lives of any luna joined to our family through marriage. For that reason, my parents remained unmarried meaning my mother was an unofficial luna. She
