17. I taste delicious

Ambrose POV

"Curse?" Ana asked. Her eyes turned wide.

I hesitated. I didn't mean to blurt it out. It was one of my biggest secrets that only my pack knew about.

But how can I hide it from her now that we were married? Sooner or later, it would come out.

The werewolves weren't always part of society. It started out as the curse of lycanthropy invoked by an angry god.

It turned him into a demon, a half man and half beast. He was devoid of all humanity. He was a loner, and all he wanted was to kill. So he kept passing the curse on from one generation to the other until one of them finally found his mate and produced offspring.

Over the decades, the werewolves mutated and evolved and gained more humanlike characteristics, which helped them blend in with the society they weren't simply out for blood anymore.

Except once in a while, the curse passed on to that one special child. And that child happened to be me.

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