Seraphina's POV
"He needs someone who'll die for him willingly," Elyon said, and his face looked like it hurt him to say it. "Someone who loves him so much they don't even think twice about it. Someone who'll give up everything."
I could barely breathe.
"He wants you to stand in front of the Moon Goddess's statue back in the werewolf world. He wants you to say you forgive him for killing your family—the Ashfords. For hurting the chosen ones. For spilling the sacred blood."
My chest felt tight. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.
"He wants you to pray to the Moon Goddess for him. To ask her to forgive him and lift the curse. And Seraphina..." Elyon's eyes looked so sad. "He needs you to do it with a pure heart. A heart that's full of love, with no doubt or anger. That's how the curse breaks. That's the price."
That's the price.
My death. My willing, loving death.
