As Alaric made his way home, his mind raced with the events of the day. The werewolves, the curse, and the ever-present threat looming over Lucy—it was all building up inside him, like a storm ready to break. His fists clenched and unclenched as he walked, his thoughts bouncing between anger and determination. Just as he reached the steps of his mansion, his phone rang.
He pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. It was Evelyn. His heart skipped a beat. Did she finally have the answers he'd been waiting for?
Without hesitation, he answered the call. "Evelyn?"
"Alaric," Evelyn's voice was steady but urgent. "I need you to come to my home. My father and grandfather want to speak with you. They may have found something about the curse on Lucy."
