ALLISON.
“Cursed? Quinn, what are you talking about?” I asked in confusion.
Quinn struggled to reply, her eyes fluttering as if every part of her body was ready to shut down. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Panic surged through me as I watched my cousin—my Alpha—reduced to this fragile state. I’ve never seen her this weak in my life, not even when we were kids! Quinn was a warrior, a fierce leader, a champion in every sense. Seeing her like this made my heart ache; it felt surreal, as if I had fallen into a nightmare from which I couldn’t wake up.
“Please, Quinn… wake up. Don’t die on me like this. Quinn!” I begged as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Anna, one of the maids, rushed in, her widened in horror when she saw Qui
