LOGIN[LUCA'S POINT OF VIEW] "Luca, we have to go!" "Shhh!" "Anita must already be in the playroom!" Sofia grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back toward the corridor. "I don't want Mom to worry, Luca!" "Look." I turned to face my twin sister, hoping she would understand how important this was. "I'm doing this because I need to help Mom, Sofia. Don't you want to help Mom too?" She pouted before nodding several times. "But we're not supposed to run around the manor. Mom told us not to." Mom never wanted us wandering around the lower floors of the manor. Most of the time, Sofia and I stayed on the second floor where our room was. Mom always said this was the Alpha's home and we needed to respect it. Everything here was different from what we knew back in Pietraluna. Mom once told us that Raffaele had been an Alpha too. But he was nothing like Lorenzo. It was confusing. I used to think being an Alpha was the coolest thing in the world. But after seeing Lorenzo barely sleep be
[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] I had to know what was really going on. Why was my mother involved with those people? What was her role in everything happening in Luna d'Argento? All I knew was that Noemi had been my mother's closest friend. They were always together, discussing pack affairs, and Noemi trusted Mom completely. Her judgment and advice were highly valued by the Mother Luna of Luna d'Argento. It was almost as if Mom was some kind of genius. I knew very little about what she actually did. I only remembered her constantly leaving on business trips with Noemi and other important members of the pack. Dad was the one who practically raised me. He used to tell me that Mom was an important figure in Luna d'Argento and that the pack needed her constantly, especially during council meetings. And whenever she returned home, she never allowed me inside her room. Especially during the times she and Dad argued after every so called business trip she attended. I turned page after p
[Alpha Lorenzoâs Point of View] I was already driving back toward Villa Lunare. My eyes stayed locked on the dark road ahead, but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely. Chiara. My children. My jaw tightened so hard it hurt. Leo was right. This situation was far worse than we originally thought, and every instinct inside me screamed that my family was in danger. I should never have left them alone while the territory was collapsing into chaos around us. The poisoned sentinels. The attacks in the eastern woods. The Black Claws moving like ghosts through my lands. Everything was connected somehow. And somehow, every trail led back to Chiara. Twenty minutes before reaching the villa, something immediately caught my attention. A black car. Parked outside an abandoned building near the old district of Valdieri. My eyes narrowed instantly. I recognized that car. Benedetto Ricciardi. What the hell was that old man doing here? The building itself used to be the old pub
[LUCAâs Point of View] Something felt wrong. Not the normal kind of wrong either. This felt heavy. Dark. Like the air inside Villa Argentata had changed while everyone pretended things were still normal. And I knew Sofia felt it too. The second Maddalena and Cecilia left the room, my twin looked straight at me from her bed, her large eyes filled with fear she was trying hard to hide. That was enough confirmation. The strange feeling inside my chest was not imagination. It was instinct. The same instinct Sofia and I had been feeling ever since Mama disappeared days ago. âIâm scared, Luca,â Sofia whispered softly, pulling the blanket halfway over her mouth. âCan you feel it too?â I swallowed hard. Truthfully, I was terrified. But I could never let Sofia see that. âYeah,â I admitted quietly while staring at the glowing stars stuck across the ceiling of our room. Sofia loved those stupid stars so much that Nonna Noemi covered almost the entire ceiling with them. âSomething
[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] After reading that horrifying letter, I could no longer sit still pretending everything inside the manor was safe. My hands trembled as I folded the paper and slipped it carefully inside the pocket of my jacket. My mind immediately raced toward the twins. Sofia. Luca. How could someone infiltrate Palazzo della Luna without being noticed? Did the Black Fangs have spies living among us? The thought alone made my stomach twist painfully. Should I tell Lorenzo? I pressed my lips tightly together. No. Not now. Lorenzo was already overwhelmed dealing with the disaster at the eastern borders together with Leo. If I brought this problem to him now, it would only divide his attention while the entire territory stood on the edge of war. I needed to handle this myself first. "Signora Chiara... is everything alright?" I looked up quickly when Maddalena noticed my distress. Her eyes briefly dropped toward the pocket where I had hidden the letter before she
[ALFA LORENZO'S POINT OF VIEW] My mind kept telling me I needed to stay here and handle this disaster before it spiraled out of control. But every beat of my heart dragged me somewhere else. Back to the Palazzo della Luna. Back to Chiara. Back to our twins. I stood on top of the massive stone barricade guarding the eastern borders of our territory, staring at the destruction below with a grim expression carved into my face. The cold wind from the forest swept against my skin, carrying traces of ash, blood, and that cursed poison lingering in the air. My hands slipped inside the pockets of my black trousers as I silently assessed the damages. Broken defense posts. Destroyed watchtowers. Burned patrol stations. And twenty of my strongest soldiers lying inside healer tents, fighting madness instead of enemies. A dark growl settled inside my chest. I wanted this over with. I wanted to hand everything to Leo and drive straight back to Chiara before the anxiety tearing through m
Chiaraâs POV âMommy, look! I made a butterfly!â Sofia exclaimed, holding up her craft projectâa chaotic swirl of glitter, glue, and colored paper. âThatâs beautiful, sweetheart,â I said, crouching down to admire it. Luca sat nearby, tiny hands busy assembling what looked like a spaceship out of
Lorenzoâs POV They couldnât be mine. Could they? I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might suddenly appear there. The math wasnât complicatedâsix years ago, Chiara left. The twins were about five. The timeline fit too well. Too damn well. It got me thinking⊠were t
Raffaeleâs POV I kept my hand resting lightly on Sofiaâs shoulder as we walked through the corridor, ensuring she stayed close. She was a handfulâthere was no denying thatâbut there was also something captivating about her boldness and quick wit. Beside her, Luca trailed silently, his sharp gaze
Chiaraâs POV âI think I deserve the truth,â Lorenzo demanded, his eyes burning into me, accusing, suffocating me with the weight of secrets Iâd kept buried. I stiffened, my nails digging into my palms as I faced him. âThe twins,â he continued, voice softening but no less intense. âWho are they,







