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Hilda

My lips curled up into a smile. Finally, I would be able to know what is inside the clay pot and why I can’t come closer to it. I would be able to know why the old woman referred to the pot as the blood path.

Hilda You can do it. Melt every fear in you and grab the pot already! A familiar voice echoed in my head. The sight of the pot draws me closer and closer. There must be something about the clay pot.

I slouched back to the entrance and peeked one more time to be very sure no one was around. I took a deep breath and went back to the room.

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Avalor

"Why can’t I feel my lycan? It's been 24 hours already, and my lycan powers are not back to me yet. My entire bone is broken, and my bruised wounds are not healing because of the wolfsbane they are using on me.

I am growing weaker and weaker with every passing minute. I keep spilling blood, and it makes me weaker. What is happening to me?

Could it be that the moon goddess has finally sent the mysterious illness to me? No, it