Chapter 43.

Marissa POV.

The day went bay in a blink of an eye. Shari was telling me about the ritual and what would happen during it, well best guess situation. But either way, I didn’t care. I want Zarah unbound, the fake bonds broken and this bastard curse from me.

Shari and Noah talked about the importance of the symbols and what they meant. I was relieved to be told that they weren’t anything bad, just that they meant I had a purpose. Shari showed me her symbols and, true enough, they differed from mine. Before I knew it, it was time to prepare for the ritual.

They led me towards the temple, sitting comfortably as the omega’s washed my body, my hair braided, and they placed me in a long white gown. The door opened when I saw the hooded figures all step through. My breath caught in my throat as my breathing came out in pants and I remembered the nightmare of the hooded figures.

“Marissa, these are the elders of the pack. They are all women. You could say they are priestesses.” My eyes scanned