POV: Burn
Morning broke, pale and cold, the sky outside the clubhouse still gray with the lingering threat of rain. The air inside felt thick, heavy with the unspoken tension that had settled over us since last night. Everyone knew the battle with La Morte Nera wasn’t over—if anything, it had just begun.
I stood at the window of my room, staring out at the empty lot beyond the clubhouse. My mind was running through a thousand scenarios, each one darker than the last. The enemy had made their move, and they’d made it clear they weren’t playing by any rules. They’d taken Sophie, and that meant there were no lines they wouldn’t cross.
And I wasn’t about to let that slide.
Behind me, Sophie stirred, the sound of the sheets shifting as she woke up. I turned, my heart clenching at the sight
