Chapter 63

• The words echoed in her mind as she stepped forward to the center of the altar, her body trembling but her resolve firm. Sacrifice. The price of breaking the curse was higher than she could have ever imagined. But she had already made her choice. She would do whatever it took to protect the people she loved.
• With a deep breath, Elara closed her eyes, focusing on the power within her. It was a force that she could no longer deny, a strength that flowed through every fiber of her being. But with that strength came a darkness—a darkness that threatened to consume her if she let it. It was a part of her, as much a part of her as the blood in her veins. And if she was going to break the curse, she would have to face it head-on.
• Her heart raced as the power inside her began to grow, her senses sharpening. She felt the pack’s presence around her, their silent support a foundation she could build upon. But she also felt the shadow of the curse, looming just beyond her reach. It was calling to her, beckoning her into the abyss.