Wolf Cursed: A Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers Romance (Spells & Shifters Book 1) by Robyn Herzman

Author:Robyn Herzman [Herzman, Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

I lock eyes with a woman who has always been a legend, a myth among witches. There are several different kinds of us, but a Siphon isn’t one of them. We’ve always thought Drake had one in his pocket, a threat to use against us, but it felt more like warning a child not to wander in the dark for fear of the boogeyman. It wasn’t… real.

Lying on the ground before me, her hair and eyes bleached of colour, Aurora is very real. She tucks her arms in, holding herself back from me, as though tempted to reach out and taste my magic as I would a pastry.

I shuffle back without leaving her. “Aurora. You’re the Siphon.”

Her white lashes flutter. She turns to me, long hair dragging over her slight shoulders. “I am the drinker of blood and magic. Be gone, before I feast on you.”

I suppress a shudder. “Aurora, have the wolves been holding you captive? Have they hurt you?”

She turns tearful eyes on me. “Hurt. To harm.” She tastes the words on her bloodstained tongue. “I hurt them.” She shakes her head, as though stringing sentences together is a difficulty. “The curse, a dreadful fate, is all that protects them.” A sharp cackle escapes her lips.

What is she talking about? I lean forward. Despite everything, I want to help her. I can’t leave her chained up like this. “What curse, Aurora?”

Her eyes glaze. “Curse, the curse…” Her brows scrunch, trying to remember. “So many years ago, I was knee high…” She licks her lips. “I haven’t met another witch in a long time. Healer?” Her gaze bores into me. “A good one, you are. Yes. You don’t know about the curse? No matter, most don’t.” She shakes her head, hair swishing. “No, most don’t. They would be afraid, too afraid. Run.” Her eyes widen. “Run, run away, they would. Aradia, Agatha, run away from the pain they caused. Leave the witches behind.”

What do my mother and grandmother have to do with some curse? “Aurora, did my mother and grandmother curse someone?”

Aurora smacks her hand down, hard on the ground. “Vivienne should have lived!” Tears spill down her cheeks. “Hold my hand, she would. Had no one, did I, but she was kind.”

“Who is Vivienne? Aurora, hey, listen to me. What curse?”

Without warning, Aurora swipes out and scratches the back of my hand. I gasp. “Ow, what—?”

“A Thorne.” She leans close, a handspan from my face. “Blood Curse.” She holds my wounded hand, almost tenderly, then her tongue darts out. I yank my hand away as she tries to drink up the red of my blood.

Goddess. She drinks blood. Blood Witches don’t drink blood. I think of Morganna, but Aurora’s talking about my grandmother, Agatha, who is also a Blood Witch. Did she curse someone?

“Who did Agatha Thorne curse, Aurora?”

The Siphon Witch curls up into the foetal position on the ground and starts crying, tugging on her chain.

“Oh. No, don’t, you’ll hurt yourself.” I wish I knew what to do, how to help her, but I’m not sure she wouldn’t hurt me even if I could free her.

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