"The curse of losing the fated mate."
Catherine has a faraway look in her eyes, almost as if she's not here but somewhere else. "Our ancestors considered it bad luck to even utter a single word related to this curse, but they couldn't turn deaf ears for much longer, and everyone started journaling their own version of this story".
"But even with some differences in the storytelling, the main content of this story was always there, haunting an entire bloodline of the Moonstone pack".She gets up and stands by the railings, her shoulders crowding with tension.
I follow her and ask her quietly, too scared to ruin her mood. "What was in those journals?"
