Amaia POV

I stared at my hands, tears prickling my eyes as I stared at it. It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have come here. I should’ve killed myself and shouldn’t have lived. I’d killed most of the wolves, and Sean.

I close my eyes. I didn’t wanna recall the look in his eyes and how he took steps away from me.

I ran away, I was back at the place that was once my home. The place that comforted me. I sat down with my legs hugged together. My hands for some reason was black. I didn’t know why, though I’d guess it was the curse.

Father, where...