Matteo's POV
I stood on the balcony outside my room, gazing at the sky with my hands resting on the rail. As the day went on, things got more tense and worse. The bloodshed is now becoming too much. I looked at the moon's reflection in the sky, hoping that the moon goddess could hear me.
The whole situation is really taking a toll on me, and I'm slowly getting old. Even though I might still be the strongest and bravest Alpha and also among the strongest in the supernatural realm but I know deep down... Deep down, I know I might not be a match for Alessandro anymore.
It's like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, and each day feels like a battle. I can feel the years catching up with me, and it's a tough pill to swallow. I am getting old, werewolves are not immortal. We bo
