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“There is no way to break the curse for everyone. You can’t even break it for two species—only one. The more powerful of the mating pair decides which species the curse is broken for.”
“Who’s my mate?” I ask.
She looks at me like I imagine a mother would look at her daughter. “You already know the answer. Being someone’s mate isn’t about the person you love the most or are most attracted to. It’s about fate, destiny, and what’s best for the packs. The only way you stay a snow wolf, a wolf queen, is by Ambrose’s side. He’s your mate. You can talk to every seer in the world, they’ll all tell you the same thing.”
Which means Ambrose, being the strongest between the two of us, would be the one who decides which species the curse is broken for.
I stand, hating her answers, hating the time we wasted.
“You can’t keep running from the answers.”
I don’t respond as I reach the door.
“You still love him. You know you do.”
I look back at her with clenched teeth. “Why can Nyx talk to me in my head if he’s not also my mate? Why is there such an intense connection between us?”
She doesn’t answer.
“If there are three curses, then there have to be three ways to break the curses. Curses always have a loophole, a way to break them. There is a way to break all three, you just haven’t seen the answer,” I tell her.
“You’re probably right, but you snow wolf, are only destined to break one curse. You get to break one, not all three.”
“Watch me.”
“So cocky. It will be the death of you,” she bemoans.
“I’d rather die than accept the torment of so many, than accept the inevitable war.”
“The Nightfall vampire isn’t yours to save. And he definitely isn’t yours to love.”
“What if you’re wrong? What if the gods didn’t want the curse broken, so they sent you all the wrong visions? What if he’s my one true mate, not Ambrose?”
“Are you willing to bet your life on that? Because if you choose wrong, if you let the wrong man mark you, you’ll die.”
I turn and walk out the door, not bothering to look back. Nyx is by my side the second I walk outside. He doesn’t even bother to ask me a single question; he can see it all on my face. He knows the answers I got amount to nothing new.
I don’t want to stay here tonight. We don’t have much time. We need to keep moving. Keep trying.
The others follow behind us, none of them questioning my decision or complaining about the trek ahead.
We repeat the same motions five more times.
Five more covens.
Five more seers.
Five more times, getting the same answers.
Five more times of losing hope, over the course of weeks, until there’s only one seer left to see.
Chapter 27
Nyx
We have one last seer.
One.
