Page 103 of Wolf Cursed
“They know about my mark,” I said quietly.
His eyes widened in shock that turned quickly to distrust.
Idrissa held up a hand. “We’re not going to tell anyone.”
“Yeah, we’ve known for a few days and haven’t said a word.”
“A fewdays?” I repeated.
“That first day when you trained at the house,” Idrissa said. “Your shirt came up.”
Dammit. I knew it.
“You didn’t say anything,” I said.
She shared a look with Isaac. “We wanted to make sure it meant what we thought it meant,” she said. “Before we said anything.”
“And how exactly did youmake sure?” Kai asked in a warning tone.
“Relax, we didn’t go blabbing to the pack,” Isaac assured him.
I relaxed.
Kai didn’t.
“My grandmother kept a journal.” Idrissa held up a small book. I hadn’t even noticed it in her hand before. “She recorded some stuff from right after the curse was discovered. It mentions the wolf mark as a symbol of the curse itself—and the mark of the curse breaker. There’s a whole section on a prophecy or whatever.”
She held it out to me, and I took it, opening to the page she’d left bookmarked. Kai stepped closer to read it over my shoulder, and I had to remind myself to focus on the words on the page rather than the delicious way he smelled.
The handwritten words were scrawled in cursive that cut across the page like a blade.
“She met a hexerei,” I said in surprise.
I looked up, and Idrissa nodded. “Met isn’t the right word exactly. She captured him. Tortured him. And recorded what he told her.”
I shuddered as I read on because Idrissa was right. And the woman detailed the torture. I skimmed over those parts until I got to the section where she’d written what the prisoner had told her.
“It says the curse can only be broken by the one bearing the mark and that a sacrifice must be made.” I kept reading, nerves tightening my belly. “Death over a life. Life over a death. In the end, a wolf and a demon must choose each other.”
I turned the page, hoping for more, but that was it.
I looked at Idrissa. “What does that mean?”
“No fucking clue,” she admitted.
“Hexerei were referred to as demons,” Kai said grimly.
I stared at him.
“I think you have to either kiss or kill a hexerei,” Isaac said. “Or maybe both.”
“Great,” I said, handing the journal back to Idrissa. “Ending the curse involves a hexerei. Possibly killing one.” I glanced at Isaac. “Possibly kissing one.”
He shrugged. “It’s just a theory.”
I could feel the murdery vibes radiating from Kai. I had a feeling if I kissed a hexerei, they’d end up dead anyway.
“We need more information,” Kai said.
