“Will you continue deceiving yourself that you’re not cursed?”
Her wolf’s voice ripped through her skull like thunder cracking open the night. It wasn’t just a thought ... it was a growl that crawled down her spine, deep and feral.
“Shut up,” Diva hissed under her breath, her nails digging into her palm until blood formed tiny crescents. “You talk too damn much.”
"You can deny it all you want, little princess," the wolf snarled back, its voice now a dangerous whisper. "But the curse follows you. Every f*****g thing you touch falls apart ... people, places, hearts."
“Enough!” Diva spat aloud, her chest heaving. The air around her pulsed with heat as if her wolf had clawed its way up her throat. But she held it down ... barely.
Meanwhile, Zach was pacing his office like a madman. The wa
