#Chapter 164: Broken

Ella’s POV “You have to try to break the curse,” Liam said from his hospital bed, gripping my hand. “There has to be a way.” “Liam—” “Your mother might not have found a way, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one. Maybe she didn’t look hard enough. Maybe she gave up too soon.” I didn’t believe him. Lilith had made it abundantly clear that she had searched and searched for a cure and there was none. But the optimism in my friend’s eyes made something stupid and hopeful flutter in my chest, and I couldn’t say no to him. “Alright,” I said, even though I doubted I’d find anything. “I’ll try.” The pack library was empty when I arrived that night. Most of the household was asleep, and the few servants still awake were busy with their duties. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me, grateful for the silence. The library was massive. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every wall, filled with books on pack history, mythology, and Goddess knew what els