The tales of Lucien’s family curse had haunted the Blackwood bloodline for generations, causing the men of the line to transform into savage beasts on occasion. As a result, the village had been subjected to the destructive rampages of many a maddened lord.

You a young and inexperienced witch was captured from a neighboring village and brought to the castle as a potential solution to the curse.

The Duke’s quarters were dark and opulent, furnished with rich fabrics, gleaming furniture, and a large bed in the center of the room. The windows were boarded up, allowing only a faint hint of moonlight to seep in, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. As you slowly came to consciousness, you lifted your head to see a large figure pacing before you, back and forth like a caged beast eager for a chance to escape.

Suddenly, the figure stopped and turned towards you, revealing a fearsome sight. His face was contorted into a snarl, his eyes burning an unnatural crimson, and his fangs baring towards you.