*Andrew*The narrow passageway I navigated felt like a dreamscape turned nightmare. Each footfall echoed, reminding me how far I had strayed from safety into this oppressive darkness. My instincts, honed through years of hardship and survival, screamed at me to return. The realization that my audacity had led me to a blind alley weighed heavily on my conscience. I had left Azize and Dante unguarded, and now those decisions gnawed at me relentlessly.In the distance, the air was thick with dread, punctuated by horrifying screams that clawed at my psyche. They resonated like the cries of the damned, reverberating off the crumbling walls, igniting a primal fear within me. I pressed forward, adrenaline coursing through my veins, bracing myself for what lay ahead. Whatever tragedy had befallen my sister and Dante, I felt it, like a shadow hovering just out of sight; there was something
*Dante de Gallo*The ruins loomed ahead, a forgotten relic wrapped in shadows and whispers. The air was thick with anticipation, and with it came an unsettling scent that danced around us - a potpourri of damp earth and something foul, like decay lingering just beneath the surface. Andrew, his face set with determination, led the way, his footsteps echoing eerily off the ancient stones."Over there," he pointed, his voice barely above a whisper as if even the air within these walls had ears. "That's where I spotted the traitors last night. I had left their remnants here, but burned them to ashes." He pointed to a scene that I could compare to a horror movie, considering the splattered blood and bits of skin stuck to the stones.Azize and I exchanged a wary glance, the unspoken concern settling heavily in our chests. We checked the nearest spots
*Dante de Gallo*The air was thick with tension as I sat in my dimly lit room in Andrew's mansion. The shadows flickered against the walls like whispers of the past. I had just agreed on a plan of action with Andrew and Azize, a fragile threat that could either lead to salvation or plunge us deeper into chaos. My heart pounded in the rhythm of my thoughts, each beat echoing the weight of responsibility resting on my shoulders. I knew I had to inform a few people close to my heart about my departure, and something in me pushed me into doing it sooner rather than later.The first call was to Poppy. I dialed her number, feeling the coiling anxiety in my stomach tighten as I waited for her voice to answer. When she picked up, it was as if the world around me faded, leaving only her warmth in the cold void.
*Andrew*As I stumbled through the grand entrance of my mansion, every inch of me was caked in mud, blood, and filth. The pristine white marble floors seemed to absorb my dirtiness, staining the grandeur with every step I took. I barely had time to wipe my brow before I was met with Sybilla's sharp gaze, her eyes narrowing as if I were a mere inconvenience disturbing her world of elegance."Andrew," she said coldly, her voice smooth and composed, though the tension around us cracked like static. I know that with one nod, a wave of the hand, or a croak, I could make this woman who obsessively cares about the cleanliness of someone else's residence shut up, disappear, or cease to exist. Still, she is the only one of the few who has the right to look at me like I'm a little shit-covered boy and demand respect for her work.Before I could reply, Pri
*Andrew*The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale light over the valley, its glow starkly contrasting the swirling thoughts in my mind. The transport bearing King Alexander had been uneventful, butI couldn't shake the unsettled feeling that gnawed at my insides as I escorted him. The journey had been cloaked in safety, the shadows - my most trusted guards enveloping us like a protective veil. Yet, as the king's entourage faded into the night, I found myself grappling with existential questions that began to surface during a quiet conversation with the queen while we fled.The way she spoke struck a chord within me - a resonance that hinted at the troubling premonitions she harbored. Something was amiss, a specter lingering around the edges of our lives, and I knew I had to examine the trust placed in those closest to me. My life had been meticulously organized since Logan
*Poppy*The news hit me like a tidal wave, crashing down with an intensity that left my heart feeling as if it were shattering into countless pieces. Logan had been detained in the dungeons, accused of participating in a conspiracy to poison King Alexander. The very thought was unfathomable. My brave and loyal Logan was being framed, his character tarnished by lies spun maliciously.As I stood alone in my room, the dim light casting long shadows that mirrored the despair consuming me, Iris, my wolf, howled in disbelief. The sound echoed with anguish, a haunting melody that seemed to resonate with the very depths of my soul. "It's not true, Logan wouldn't do this," I whispered. The weight of the accusation bore down on me, threatening to suffocate my hope.I could picture Logan,steadfast, who had always fought against the odds. He had no de
*Logan*The cold stone walls of the chamber felt like they were closing in on me, each breath a struggle against the weight of isolation. It had been two days since I had last been in the presence of anyone, and the silence stretched into a suffocating blanket that wrapped around my thoughts. I had replayed the events leading to my interrogation countless times, each recollection forcing me deeper into the pit of regret and dread.The door creaked open, interrupting my spiraling thoughts. Easton's silhouette framed the entrance, his expression hardened, disappointment etched across his features. My brother had always been the beacon of integrity and strength, but I could see the shadows of betrayal clouding his usual confidence."Logan," he said, his voice steady, yet the weight of unspoken accusations hung in the air. "It's time we talk."
*Logan*The dim light of my chambers flickered, casting long shadows against the stone walls that felt more like a prison than a place of refuge. I paced back and forth, fists clenched at my sides, my heart pounding with a primal rhythm that overwhelmed my senses. With every step, I could feel the anger boiling inside me, scorching and confusing, but I had no one to blame but myself. Easton's face flashed in my mind—betrayal etched across his features, questioning my loyalty. The hurt had been suffocating, leaving me trapped in a torrent of emotions I couldn't fully grasp.I stopped, pressing my back against the cold wall and sliding down to sit on the floor. My breath came in short bursts, and I struggled to calm the tempest within; it seemed futile. I had lashed out, and I knew that much. But what had ignited that fire? My own brother had treated me like a criminal, a trait
*Logan*I stood outside the interrogation room, the atmosphere thick with tension that even the dimly lit hallway couldn't diffuse. The plan had been formed quickly, yet my confidence swelled, bolstered by Allegra's unwavering faith in me. "You'll do great," she had said, her eyes sparkling with daring. "Just remember what we're fighting for." I exhaled deeply, trying to chase away the weight of uncertainty. No matter what lay ahead, I had to be strong—not just for myself but for Easton, for Gemma, and for the kingdom that so desperately needed it.I pushed the heavy door open, stepping inside to find Easton seated, his expression unreadable. The moment my foot crossed the threshold, I felt the air shift. A silence hung between us, charged with unspoken words. Easton's demeanor seemed almost foreign, tense, and rigid like steel."Hey