Angelo
You’d think bleeding out in a magic-infested forest while your pack implodes would be the low point, but then Don Rizzo shows up, claiming Rosalia like she’s his personal project, and I realize the universe has a sick sense of humor. I’m slumped in the dirt, barely conscious, watching Rosalia glow with bloodline power she doesn’t understand, her eyes wide as wolves bow to her like she’s their queen. Camila’s glow is fading, Moretti’s talisman is cracked, and Andre’s journal is a ticking bomb in his hands. Isabella’s fighting, bloodied but fierce, and I’m useless, my wolf silent, my secrets a chain dragging us down. Protecting Rosalia is my job, but I’m failing, and her trust in me is crumbling under the weight of my lies.
The forest hums with magic, branches twisting like they’re
