Rosalia
Okay, universe, you win. I’m officially out of snappy comebacks and patience. I’m in a cursed forest, my glow flickering like a dying bulb, while Camila’s power surge knocks me flat, her eyes gleaming like she’s the new queen of evil. The silver wolf, maybe Dad, just howled for me to run before collapsing, its eyes clear for one heartbreaking second. Angelo’s bleeding out, barely conscious, and Isabella’s wrestling wolves, her blood mixing with the dirt.
Andre’s journal is a glowing nightmare in his hands, Moretti’s talisman is holding strong, and a new portal’s showing a stone hall packed with chained wolves. Then there’s that ancient voice from nowhere, “The bloodline is claimed,” chilling my bones. Trust is a joke, betrayal’s my playlist, and I’m one wrong step from losing ev
