He knew. “How did you find out?” “I read the love curse in your book of spells. There was also the matter of your appearance changing, how you didn’t want me to touch you, your mirrors conveniently breaking.” He frowned. “I suppose the wolves befriending you have something to do with the bond you and your ancestors have to Lycans?” “You must leave.” “And you didn’t answer my question. Am I to believe we’re soul mates?” She inhaled slowly, searching for the right words. “A Lycan has never set foot on my land. You’re the first and I’m not taking any chances.” “What if I am not your soul mate?” “I…I’m not willing to risk your life on what ifs.” “So if we touch, I will die.” “Yes,” Zora whispered. His face turned grim. “And Morganna started all this?” “Yes.” Bryce deserved to know the truth. “Seven hundred years ago,” she began quietly, “Morganna fell in love with a Lycan called Darmus. They had an affair and then he met and fell in love with Morganna’s sister, Larissa.”
