The Dead Curser

*POV=KAIA*

A suffocating, pin-drop silence enveloped the grove. Tiberius's horrifying diagnosis hung in the damp air like a physical weight. *Your mate is cursed.* The words echoed over and over in my ears. My heart sank to the soles of my feet. I stared at the old healer's face, desperately waiting for him to take it back, waiting for him to tell me he had made a terrible mistake. He did not. Hi