Angelo
You don’t get to choose when you shatter, but watching Rosalia’s glow explode only to fade as a girl with Vincezio’s eyes steps from a dark forest, claiming the bloodline with a new journal, is breaking me. I’m slumped on the melting tundra, blood pooling, my wolf a dying whisper as Rosalia fights, her scream ripping through the ice. The silver wolf, Vincezio’s wolf, just charged Andre, breaking his journal’s glow, but it’s down, its eyes dim. Isabella’s pinned by Luca’s knife, her blood staining the snow, and Elena’s pinned, her strength gone.
The woman with Elena’s face, her glow blinding, claims Rosalia, while Camila’s betrayal lingers, her glow dim. Moretti’s wolves circle, his talisman cracked, and Rizzo’s claim fades, his talisman flickering. A portal’s citadel looms, its t
