Often, it took a day or two before the pain subsided. And every time it happened, Chase would lock himself away, hidden in his room, so no one could witness his wretched state… so no one would suspect that he harbored treacherous thoughts capable of endangering or even killing his master.
Yet now, just from Addison's touch, the curse had stopped almost instantly. It was nothing short of unbelievable.
"As for why I wanted to kill that man…" Chase's voice dropped, thick with barely restrained fury; he didn't even want to call that man his master, as he never really bowed down his head to that person. "It's because he slaughtered my entire pack."
His jaw clenched as memories surged back. "At the time, I had just recognized my fated mate. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, the Mate Bond Ceremony. The union of two werewolves destined to become the future Alpha and Luna of our pack." A bitter laugh escaped him. "Everyone attended. The entire pack gathered to celebrate."
