(I'm sorry for answering questions no one has ever been asking. But I was thinking about this type of stuff and I wanted to put my own answers out there. I'm also sorry that it's short.)
Magic is a funny thing. At it's core it is nether good nor evil, it just IS... Magic is a chaotic thing, something that deify the normal laws of reality and fallow's it own different laws. Sadly for this world of Glendale there is little magic left. In fact the 'Transform or Dare' curse itself is the very source of what is the last remains of magic. Most if not all magic in the present day is ether a counteracting force or an element of the Curse itself. For example the 'Sunnydale Syndrome' that keeps the world at large ignorant of Glendale's curse would stop the very moment of the Curse's coming death. This meant that after the final battle EVERYONE would see the Pack and the Pride as the oddities they truly are.
Other foreseeable outcomes would the the Glendale's sentient Pet population would all lose their self awareness as well. Because how else could those sentient animals have such belief systems of deities that they logically could have never be told about. How else could they even have a vocal languages if not for the Magic of the Cure that was so heavily spread about that town. It was a side effect of the curse's magic.
Because the Curse is only a tool of chaos that wants nothing more then to live so it could sped more chaos it has just as much a right to live as any other of it's victims. The Curse isn't good, but it isn't evil ether. It's 'mother's' were evil wanting only to get back at the town they felt unrighteously kill them. Using magic in such a way is evil. And the Curse did hold the will of it's mother's desire to get back at the foolish townsfolk, and as time went on, it's mind fond enjoyment from the misery of it's victims. But this is all the curse has ever known. It can't see itself as anything but an echo of it's mothers three different wills, because that's all the minds of it's victim's could see it as. If the ideal of the Curse becoming it's own self was given to it. Perhaps magic could live on without tormenting the poor souls of Glendale.