Isabella
You spend years hiding to protect your sister, only to watch her get dragged toward a blood-stained altar by a power-hungry witch while your father’s chained, alive but broken, begging her to run. I’m pinned in the burning city’s rubble, Moretti’s wolves clawing at me, my blood pooling as Rosalia’s glow flickers, her hands burning from the journal, its runes alive with our bloodline’s power. Elena, our other sister, just lost her glow, her eyes wide with fear, and the silver wolf, Dad’s wolf, is down, its charge against the woman’s talisman costing it everything. Angelo’s barely breathing, his eyes locked on Rosalia, and Andre’s journal is ash, but his glow lingers, his betrayal raw. A new portal’s open, a void of stars framing the altar, and that ancient male voice, “The bloodli
