The moon was low in the night sky, its pale light illuminating the secret sanctuary where Aurora and her alphas had taken refuge. An air of tension hung in the air as the trio gathered around an ancient table, its surface etched with mysterious symbols. Damien's gaze was fixed on the map spread before them, tracing the intricate lines that marked their path to the source of the curse.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm. "We can't wait any longer. The curse is getting stronger."

Aurora's heart raced, her determination unwavering. "We're close, I can feel it. The prophecies spoke of this place."

Gabriel's...