Helanie:
Blood trickled from her mouth, then her eyes. Her mother clutched the dagger, trying to wrench it out, but the harder she pulled, the more Azura wailed.
"All I wanted was just you!" she screamed through ragged breaths for Emmet.
All these women had choices. All but Kesha and Azura. Those two were serial killers. They had murdered before, and they would have murdered again.
I remembered the gray woman tied to the chair, confessing how her daughter had been the first to kill Zu and Za, the entities. That was when I realized, Azura wasn't just a victim. She was a monster, even as a werewolf.
"My sweet daughter, my only hope," the gray woman whimpered, cupping Azura's face. Azura's eyes rolled back, her body trembling.
"No, no, no. Please, stay awake. I'll take you to the other world. I'll cast magic. I'll save you. Your demise will kill your father. I'll put someone else's heart—" Her words broke off as Azura's body went limp in her arms.
"Azura?" she whispered. Her voice cracked, calling her name again. "No, Azura, you're not going to die. Please."
Her sobs ripped through the air. She shook Azura's body, desperately.
"Azura, please, no! You're not going to die!" she screamed, rocking her. She pressed her forehead to her daughter's, her tears soaking Azura's lifeless face. And then Azura's body stiffened.
When the gray woman lifted her head, her eyes burned with something so dark it froze me where I stood. Rage, purer than anything I had ever seen.
"You," she spat, her jaw clenched tight. "You killed my daughter."
Her hiss turned into a broken smile, twisted and terrifying.
"But do you think you're going to survive?" her voice filled the air like poison.
Maximus stepped forward, standing for his brother.
"What do you mean? We already defeated you," he hissed back.
"Oh, did you little pieces of shit forget the main rule for breaking the curse?" she hissed, smirking wider.
Emmet and Maximus shared a glance. They both looked anxious.
"Shit, we forgot," Maximus said. "If she dies here, how will Emmet discard her in the well? And even if we wake him and he goes there to do it, the poison will be in the air—" he stopped, but the gray woman finished for him.
"He will die, like he should," she snapped under a clenched jaw, holding her daughter's limp body.
She kept crying over her, pouring out her heart as she screamed at us.
"And after that, I will fucking ruin you all. The monsters will not hold back. There will be nothing holding them back," she screamed.
There was a hesitation in her voice, like part of the curse or the killing she didn't want us to know.
"What are we going to do now?" Maximus asked.
I stood calm and stared at the gray woman. A smile started at my lips. I noticed her smile begin to fade.
"What are you smiling at, you freak? Your mate is going to die. Did you hear me?" she screamed, spitting on the ground.
"I'm confused," I said softly. "How are you such a great seer when you don't see anything?" Her brows knotted at my taunting. Maximus and Emmet stepped back, but kept one eye on me.
"Have you lost your mind? Your mate is about to die and you're talking in riddles?" she yelled, holding Azura to her chest.
"The well was filled with your tears," I said, pointing at her. "Once the body meets the tears, the sacrifice is done. Didn't you tell me that? You told me the well is nothing without your tears."
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