*Jared*
I was making promises I couldn't keep.
Eliza would dig in her heels like she usually did if I had anything else to say. If I told her no, that we were not going to find a mythical city with only my tattoos to lead us there, she'd throw her usual fit and snarl and hiss like the rabid beast that she was.
But I loved her for it. I loved her tenacity and drive and utter unshakable willpower that leached into everyone around her, including myself.
If, by the grace of Lycaon himself, this curse could be broken and I could live as a free man untethered from ancient magic, well… she would be the true leader of my village and my home, of my life, and my heart.
I had taken notice of the fact that I told her that I loved her and she didn't say it back. Oh, well. I wasn't some love-si
