In the depths of her dark chamber, Lila stood over her cauldron once again, her fingers coated in black ash, her eyes glowing with fury. The failure of the first curse still burned in her veins. The White Wolf had sniffed it out—how? No matter.This time, there would be no mistake.

She poured blood from a silver chalice into the swirling potion. It hissed and screamed as it touched the surface.

“This one won’t touch her soul,” Lila whispered to herself. “No… this one will rot her ...