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Chapter 120: Alissa's Doubt

Author: Gummy bear
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-29 02:37:19

The moon was no longer full, but its waning light still cast a pale shimmer over the Clan’s fortress-like territory. Alissa stood by the tall glass window in her assigned room, arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring out at the thick forest that bordered the estate. Her reflection looked ghostly in the windowpane—pale, shaken, and uncertain. The screams from the festival still echoed in her ears, the images of glowing eyes and witchfire burned into her memory.

Behind her, the door creaked open.

“Alissa,” Marcello’s voice was low, cautious. He closed the door behind him and approached slowly, as if worried she might shatter like glass. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

She turned sharply, her green eyes narrowed, emotions boiling beneath the surface. “Where were you when it all happened?” she snapped. “Why weren’t you by my side?”

Marcello paused. He looked tired. Dark circles ringed his eyes, and a faint bruise marred his cheek. “I was helping secure the perimeter. Things went
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