Nicholas POV
The office smelled like old paper and desperation.
Nicholas pressed his palms flat against his desk and stared down at the map of the Northern Territories spread across it....marked with locations of every witch, every magic user, every supernatural being his father had ever made contact with in his forty years as Alpha. Most of them were dead now. Some had disappeared. A handful remained, scattered across territories that would take days to reach.
Days they did not have.
Around him, his office looked like a library had exploded. Books covered every surface, stacked on chairs, piled on the floor, spread open across the couch where Sebastian sat buried in one of them. Ancient texts about curses. Prophecies. Moon magic. Pack law. Supernatural bonds. Anything and everything that might give them a clue about how to break a curse that demanded a life for a life.
So far, they had found nothing.
"Anything?" Nicholas asked without looking up from the map.
