It was dusk, and the iron bars closed with a loud sound that reverberated in the passage of the pack's prison.

Ema was standing behind them, with tangled hair, a tainted face, and a scarlet light of rage and guilt in her eyes.

On the other side, Alpha Bruce and Beta Elijah stood equally serious.

“You will remain here until it is determined what is to be done with you,” Bruce said coldly and without any inflection in his voice.

The curse might have been broken, but old habits die hard, and in the week that followed, it seemed that the crowd’s worst fears were to be fulfilled when Rangnick’s...