AlessandroThe next day, the morning sun rose over the mansion, bringing with it a new day full of promise. It was the day we had waited for, the day that would seal our leadership and consolidate peace. Chiara and I were ready.Together, we made our way to the heart of the pack, where the elders and leaders of the allied packs of Europe awaited us. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation but also with deep reverence. The events of the past few months had transformed Chiara, revealing not only the White Moon but also a leader with unmatched wisdom and strength.In front of the council, we spoke our oaths. I swore to protect every wolf, to keep the peace, and to defend our species with my life. Chiara, my moon, my mate, swore to lead with compassion and justice and to use her power for the good of all.At that moment, before the eyes of all, we assumed the power of the werewolf council in Italy. It was not just a title; it was the recognition of our victory, of our union, and of t
ChiaraMonths after the war, the mansion vibrated with renewed energy.Peace, once a distant dream, had taken deep root among us. The pack was thriving under Alessandro's leadership, and Luca had brought unprecedented stability to the 'Ndrangheta.It was such a calm time that I just smiled.Make the most of it and enjoy, said my she-wolf, Selene.One sunny afternoon, I found Loreta in the garden, sitting among the flowers, her face illuminated by the sunlight. She was no longer the frightened and wounded woman we had rescued. Her eyes shone with a new strength, and her laughter, once rare, now resounded frequently.I sat down beside her, and she turned, her smile warm."Chiara," she said, her voice full of gratitude."Loreta," I replied, my heart swelling with pride. "You have evolved so much. You are incredibly strong."She nodded, her gaze distant for a moment."Yes. It's been a long road. But thanks to you, to Alessandro, to Luca...to everyone. I feel safe. I feel alive again." She
AlessandroDays turned into weeks, and time, while not erasing the scars, turned them into marks of strength. The victory against Lorenzo and Dante had left deep wounds, but it had also consolidated our pack.Under my leadership and with Chiara at my side, reorganization was relentless but necessary.Every aspect of pack life was overhauled.Defenses were strengthened, territories were secured, and hierarchies were re-established with a transparency that had not existed before. Trust, so damaged by betrayal, began to flourish again, cemented by spilled blood and shared victory. Families who had suffered were cared for, orphans were taken in, and the sense of community became stronger than ever.In parallel, Cosa Nostra had a new beginning, and the 'Ndrangheta, the mafia network that Lorenzo had controlled with an iron fist, also began to operate under a new order. The elimination of their leader had left a vacuum, and Luca's firm hand, acting in conjunction with my influence as Alfa,
AlessandroThe days turned into a slow and gradual recovery.The mansion, once mired in the silence of Chiara's sadness, began to fill with a faint murmur of life. And I felt the heaviness in my own heart begin to lighten.One morning, I found her in the garden, the sun shining on her dark hair.She was sitting on a bench, watching the roses, and a small smile, a real one, tugged at her lips. It wasn't the overflowing laughter of before, but it was a start. Her eyes, though still tinged with melancholy, had a renewed sparkle.Chiara was more animated.And I was grateful that Valeria's wisdom had found its way.I approached her, and her smile widened."Good morning, Alessandro," she said, her voice soft but firmer."Good morning, amore mio," I replied, my heart swelling with relief.Later that day, we gathered in the studio.Luca, Nicola, Valeria, and I were seated around the table, and Chiara, now with renewed energy, joined us. It was time to talk about what was to come. The war was
AlessandroThe days following the battle were a silent torment.The mansion, which should have been filled with the joy of victory, felt heavy with a dreary stillness. I was in a constant state of anguish for Chiara. She was depressed, not only because of the physical wounds, which my Alpha healing could not fully resolve, but because of the invisible ones, the ones lodged in her soul.Her eyes, once full of life and determination, were now dull, veiled by a deep sadness. She moved slowly, barely ate, and the laughter that once delighted us was completely gone.The weight of having killed her father, as much of a monster as Lorenzo was, was consuming her in a disastrous way.I felt useless, my Alpha instinct screaming to protect her and to heal her, and not knowing how. I wanted to hug her endlessly, whisper comfort to her, and reassure her that all was well, but I knew my presence was overwhelming her.It was then that Valeria and Luca approached me with their serious faces, understa
ChiaraI fell backward, the air escaping my lungs, the pain radiating like liquid fire. The silver burned, weakening me, but deep inside me, my she-wolf stirred with a protective fury. I wasn't going to let them take me down.Not now. Not like this.With an unwavering will, I summoned the power of the White Wolf. I felt a surge of pure energy course through my body, concentrating on the wound. The pain intensified for an instant, as if a battle was taking place inside me. And then, the miracle. Slowly and painfully, I felt the wound begin to close. The silver was torture, but the power of my she-wolf, taken to a new limit, counteracted it. The blood stopped flowing, the flesh knitted together, and the burn of the silver subsided, leaving only a dull ache.Lorenzo watched with his face pale and unhinged, his eyes filled with utter disbelief. He had failed again. His weapon, his last defense, had failed to stop me.Alessandro, furious and worried, lunged toward Lorenzo with his claws ou