Prologue ♦

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He didn't want to have to do this, he knew no matter how much he fought against the curse he wouldn't be able to stop himself. The only consolation that he was having was that every other coven leader would be feeling the same pull as he was. At the least he wasn't the only was suffering alone.

The figure of a person about 5'3 stumbled down around the cornor, barely being able t support themselves as they drunkenly walked on. That was his target.

He knew that if he didn't comply with the curse somebody else would and that somebody would be far more dangerous than he would be. He couldn't let them take hold of the power that had forced the curse upon them. Otherwise, the only thing the world would know would be death.

He was sitting on the top of a buildings fire escape ladder. The nights full moon behind him, enlightening him so that his pale skin

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