POV: Alessia De Luca Volkov
The howl came again.
This time it wasn’t distant. It wasn’t buried somewhere beyond the forest, It was close, too close. The sound ripped through the night like a warning.
I froze inside the abandoned chapel across from me, Matteo went completely still. The journal remained open in my hands. Ancient bloodlines, ancient alliances, ancient secrets. None of it mattered anymore, something was wrong.
Another howl echoed through the darkness. Then another then several more. The sound raised goosebumps along my arms. These weren’t ordinary wolves, these were Volkov wolves and they were sounding an alarm.
Matteo swore under his breath. The expression on his face made my stomach drop.
“What is it?” I demanded.
His eyes snapped toward the chapel entrance.
“Kozlov.
