Early morning light slanted in through half-opened blinds, illuminating the all-too-familiar room around Danica. Its warm glow didn't bring her any warmth this particular morning.
After being unable to sleep, she sat in bed with a pillow hugged against her chest as her thoughts replayed the night's events.
She was cursed, and she had absolutely no idea how or why it even happened. Not to mention, she now had two options to lift it, and neither sounded promising.
Despite both Nigel and Mason expecting her to decide on their next move, she was unable to do so on the spot. The thought of having her soul ripped to shreds had terrified her, but so had the thought of never being able to fully change and having to suffer greatly every full moon for the rest of her life.
In the end, she allowe
