I curse you, my pack, to a life without magic. May the right to change be taken from you, your animals gaoled and tortured inside your flesh as I have been gaoled and tortured inside mine. I curse you to the eternal damnation of your kind. And I curse all others who let this insanity befall one in their care. Take warning, from these, my last words, all you who would come after: Look to the wellbeing of your Pack Witch or suffer the fate of the MacCraes.
I tie my curse unto my death,
I curse you all with dying breath
Three times three times three times three
My will be done, so mote it be.
The Curse of Morghanna Cantrae, transcribed by Father Luke as she was burned at the stake for witchcraft, 1502, Edinburgh, Scotland.