Rosalia
You know those days when you think, “Wow, my life can’t get weirder,” and then the universe laughs and yanks you through a magic portal with a maybe-sister, a dying Alpha, and a journal everyone’s ready to kill for? Yeah, that’s me right now. I’m tumbling through a swirling void, the journal digging into my ribs, Angelo’s hand gone from mine, and that woman’s voice, my so-called sister, echoing in my head: “Don’t give her the journal.” Trusting her feels like betting my last dollar on a slot machine, but with Andre, Enzo, and Creepy Talisman Lady back in the cavern, I’m fresh out of better options. My life’s a circus, and I’m the clown.
The portal spits us out, and I hit the ground hard, dirt smearing my already-trashed pajamas. The air’s thick, humid, like we’ve landed in a jung
