Rosalia
The pack’s heart pulses around me, a glowing plain where every rune is a face, a memory, a piece of my pack screaming for release, and I’m tethered to it, my glow faint, my body trembling as I hold it together. Angelo’s hand grips Camila’s rune, his bloodied face etched with desperation, his eyes locked on me, burning with love and guilt.
Elena stands beside him, her glow gone, her scream of “No!” still echoing as Luca kneels, his faint glow syncing with mine, his whispered vow, “I’ll hold it,” a lifeline that’s costing him his life. Camila’s rune pulses, tied to shadows moving in the plain, chanters whose glows flare with malice, their intent clear: to claim the pack’s heart and me with it.
The faces in the runes wail, my pack’s pain a weight I can’t bear, and Isabella’s abse
