Moonspear a cursed bloodline.

Hydra regarded Desdemona's words, and by the end of them she drawled, you have been as a blessing to me, not a curse. I wonder if such things such as curses might be lifted through service, she pondered aloud. For her own part, Hydra did not believe in such things. If she did, Hydra would have cursed many—at least one wolf had referred to her as the witch of Moonspear.

Thinking, and then looking to Desdemona, the matriarch hummed, given time, stone will change with erosion. What once was set might disappear entirely. You are the master of your fate, Desdemona, she drawled, not whatever witch or warlock might have cursed you and yours. You undo their work with every deed, she declared. Let the curse die here.