With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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William could faintly see his own breath coming out as thick puffs of air as his sister took one step forward, allowing Thanatos to slowly descend to the writhing mass of shadows at her feet, fully intending to make minced meat of the intruders with her own bare hands before throwing them straight to that bloodsucking bastard–wherever he is watching.


But before Winters could take one more step and make a slaughterhouse out of their home, the vampire suddenly muttered something under his breath–


A bright glow suddenly flared to life, until it surrounded Winters into a perfect circle, the shadows at her feet disintegrating at the touch of the too-bright light with a sharp hiss that somehow reminded William the sound of a dying breath. 


Instinctively, William tried to reach for her, "Winters –?!"


Chapter 22: The Curse