sa stood at the edge of a cliff staring at the moon, with her red cloak flowing dramatically behind her. Her hair was scattered and the wind was blowing it in different dire

a don't do this. You have to avenge your family's death not bind yourself to him". "No!! I won't do what you ask for. I won't become your puppet". "You'll pay dearly for this..." But it was too late for Maeron to stop her. A bright light shone between Teresa and Kyre , a golden thread emerged connecting them together . Her tears became crystals. As the spell's sorrowful magic covered him, his breath suspended. "My memories will haunt you", she breathed, her voice echoing through eternity. "In every moon and the terror in every scream", she said, her voice fading gradually. And with that, the vision vanished into thin air, leaving just smoke. --- *Present Day.* Aerin jerked from the bed, her body was bathed with sweat. She inhaled sharply, her breath came in short gasps. Her hands lay still before her, the silence and stillness was a contrast to the chaos, she's aware of. "What the hell is going on with me?", she questioned. The journal lay still before her, glowing with a soft light as if it were alive. She picked it up, held it tightly to her chest and closed her eyes. "Teresa, you loved him, didn't you?" She thought to herself. She felt it deeply, the anguish that echoed through ages, a connection that continued even after centuries. Aerin placed the curse on wolves not from rage or vengeance. But from grief. Maeron had not wanted her liberty. He had craved for power. Maybe at sometime had wanted her love too. But his taste for power surpassed that of love. That's why he betrayed her. There was a unexpected and spontaneous knock on the door. It was already past midnight. Aerin jumped from her bed, her eyes fixated on the door. "Who could it be by this time?", she wondered . Then another knock accompanied by three taps. Aerin stood confused. She tip-toed towards the door, bending slightly to peek through the peephole to see who it was. Strangely, there was no one standing at the door. She sighed in annoyance and opened the door. Before her eyes was a scroll placed on her doorstep, covered with black wax. "What's this doing here?", she questioned no one in particular. With trembling hands, she lifted up the scroll and broke it, releasing a creepy hissing sound like the sound of a living thing. A message was penned inside the scroll, in archaic language. " _The past awakens. Under the blood moon, the circle stirs open. You must choose where your loyalty lies, witch reborn. Be fast, time is running out"_ There was no name. Aerin stared around, checking if anyone was around, her heart beating like a frantic drum. "Who sent this? Who's aware ? The journal in her hands flipped open quickly by itself before she could contemplate further . It displayed no words this time rather an image appeared. It was an image of Kyre kneeling amidst the ruins of the old cathedral, blood oozing from his mouth. She breathed heavily. "Oh my gosh, he's