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Thetch clicked.

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Such a small, ordinary sound–yet it made my heart jump as though lightning had crawled down my spine.

Oh no, please tell that isn’t who I thought he is.

I turned, and there he was.

“Eine…?” Francesco’s voice filled the doorway, steady but already threaded with suspicion.

His gaze swept the room–and froze.

“What..” He stiffened.

His eyes darkened, sharp gold when it’s catching themplight like a de unsheathed.

Because she hadn’t fully gone.

No, mother Severine was still there.

Her gray dress drank the shadows, her presence heavy as iron despite her quiet stillness.

She stood with hands folded as though she were some harmless matron—but the air around her throbbed with something ancient, something wrong.

Francesco’s lips peeled back in a growl that came from the marrow of him, the sound that had once silenced battlefields. It reverberated against the stone walls, making the very mes in the sconces quiver.

She smile when she saw who’s there, like she’s waiting for him.

“The Lycaon is here. Let’s see,” she said softly, eyes gleaming as she looked not at him, but at me.

What….

“Let’s isee /iif a Lycaon can truly be trusted.”

I gasped, the sound torn out of me before I could stop it.

Francesco surged forward, the predator in him zing through every line of his body. “Don’t touch her,” he snarled, voice shaking the room.

But Severine only smiled.

A cruel, secret smile.

Then pain struck me like a spear.

Invisible, crushing. Make me gasped loudly like something hit me very hard.

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My knees buckled as though the floor itself had pulled me down. I hit the ground hard, air ripping from my lungs.

What… Is… This?

“Eine!” Francesco’s roar shattered into the night, so raw with terror it didn’t sound human.

“The Lycaon’s greatest power,” Severine hissed, her voice echoing through the chamber as if it were spoken both beside me and inside me. Her eyes glittered with unnatural light. “It wasn’t his. They stole it. And now- let us see if the Lycaon will sacrifice himself when the woman he ims to love… is in pain.”

“No…” My voice broke as darkness wed at the edges of my sight. “Francesco…”

He lunged, dropping to his knees, arms catching me up from the cold stone. His warmth pressed against my skin but it could not stop the freezing weight crawling into my chest.

Mika? What is happening? ‘I… I don’t know, Eine…

Mika…

“What the–Eine!!!” His voice cracked like splintering ss.

The door burst open.

Audrey, ws drawn out from her hands. Alfonso, eyes zing. Monica with her healer’s satchel half–open. hands trembling. Marlow behind them, three of his knights pushing in with a predator’s silence.

They hade because they had heard him roar.

Not just a roar of fury. A roar of loss.

And to them, that sound meant only one thing: their Luna was falling.

“Protect her!” Francesco thundered, his voice breaking into something more primal. He held me as though the world might try to rip me from his arms. “Don’t let her touch her again!”

But it was toote.

Even as they fanned into the room, des out, silver shing, Severine’s form blurred with a smile still ter

on her face.

The air twisted like smoke drawn into a hungry fire.

Then, she vanished….

Gone, as though she had never stood there make everyone froze in surprise, this isn’t a thing they usualy face, bso /bthey have no idea what to do next.

But the curse she left behind clung to me like chains.

“Nooo!” Francesco’s roar shook the very stones. His hand cradled my faceb, /bdesperateb, /bfrantic. b“/bbStay /bwith me!

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Amore mio, don’t leave me!”

But I couldn’t fight it.

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The ckness rose too fast, swallowing my breath, dragging me down, down, down.

I was gone from the chamber. Gone from his arms.

Falling and floating all at once.

My body no longer mine, suspended in some endless dark river.

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I wanted to scream his name, to w back toward his warmth–but my lips wouldn’t move. My hands wouldn’t lift.

What is this…?

What is happening to me?

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Then, after a while, I heard a voice.

A voice. Not his.

But, a woman’s.

“LYCAON!!!”

The name cracked through the dark like thunder.

I twisted toward it, my mind jerking awake in horror-

And there he wasb. /b

A man who bore Francesco’s face. Tall. Broad. Cold. His eyes glowed not with the gold of a bond but with something sharper, crueler.

My heart stopped.

No, It wasn’t him.

bIt /bcouldn’t be him.

This was another.

“Ia that… Totti Lycaon,” I whispered into the void, though my voice didn’t carry. This is his father.

And she was there too.

Severine…

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bAmore /bmio, don’t bleave /bmeb!/bb” /b

But I couldn’t fight it.

The ckness rose too fast, swallowing my breath, dragging me down, down, down.

I was gone from the chamber. Gone from his arms.

Falling and floating all at once.

My body no longer mine, suspended in some endless dark river.

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I wanted to scream his name, to w back toward his warmth–but my lips wouldn’t move. My hands wouldn’t lift.

What is this…?

What is happening to me?

*****

Then, after a while, I heard a voice.

A voice. Not his.

But, a woman’s.

“LYCAON!!!”

The name cracked through the dark like thunder.

I twisted toward it, my mind jerking awake in horror-

And there he was.

A man who bore Francesco’s face. Tall. Broad. Cold. His eyes glowed not with the gold of a bond but with something sharper, crueler.

My heart stopped.

No, bIt /bwasn’t him.

bIt /bcouldn’t be him.

This was another.

“Ia that… Totti Lycaon,” I whispered into the void, though my voice didn’t carry. This is his bfather/bb. /b

And she was there too.

Severine…

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Not gray now. Not weathered. Young. Beautiful in the way fire is beautiful–dangerous, consuming.

She moved toward him, her arms full of something–a bundle, glowing faintly with strange light.

He reached for it–clutched it to his chest as though it were treasure.

His hunger for it made my stomach twist.

“Severine,” Totti barked, urgency threading his voice. “Here!”

She leaned close, her lips whispering into his car. I couldn’t hear the words, but I didn’t need to. The sight alone was enough.

My blood froze.

Oh my Moon Goddes.

This wasn’t just a dream.

This was the curse dragging me into their past.

And the bundle in his arms shifted. The faint glow pulsed once, alive.

I gasped, my chest burning with the effort.

What was it?

A child?

A relic?

Power itself?

Severine’sughter brushed my skin like frost.

My pulse pounded.

My lungs burned.

“No… no, please…”

I understood now. The curse wasn’t meant to kill me. fn8547 Chapters first released on f?ndnovel/fn8547

It was meant to show me. To drown me in their truth.

To bind me to the Lycaon family’s oldest sin.

And as the light in the bundle flickered, my own sight went ck