Isabella
You’d think after years of dodging Vincezio’s enemies, I’d be used to chaos, but this rooftop brawl is next-level insanity. I’m sprawled in rubble, blood streaming from my side, watching Rosalia clutch a glowing talisman shard like it’s her last hope. Luca’s back, his knife gleaming, ready to gut my sister, while the silver wolf, maybe our father, is lunging at Angelo, its eyes flickering between Vincezio’s fire and the woman’s control.
Andre’s journal is a glowing bomb in his hands, Moretti and Enzo are playing talisman tug-of-war, and a new portal’s showing a dark forest full of circling wolves. I came to protect Rosalia, but I’m failing, and her trust issues are a wall I can’t climb, especially when I’m keeping secrets that could break her.
The woman’s laugh cuts through th
