Seraphina's POV
Curse? What kind of curse?
The question bounced around my head like a pinball as I stood frozen outside Adrian's study. In all the horror stories I'd heard about the big, bad Alpha—and trust me, werewolves love their gossip—no one had ever mentioned a curse. They talked about his ruthlessness, his power, his ability to make grown werewolves wet themselves just by looking at them.
But a curse? That was new.
And how exactly was I supposed to be the key to breaking it? What was I, some kind of magical lockpick?
I pressed myself closer to the wall, straining to hear more. I wanted to know more. If there was ever a time for him to spill his darkest secrets, it was now. But of course, the moment I started actually paying attention, he switched topics. Something boring regarding business and pack politics.
I pouted and backed away. Seriously?
