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I lost control of my wolf and ran for hours, my howls and growls tearing from my shattered heart. When I realised myself, I was in the open fields, alone and cold without any shred of cloth covering my body. Naked, cold, and lonely. My body was filled with marks, and hot blood was leaking from my vagina. Had I been...defiled? A flash of torchlight settled on my body, blinding me completely. Had Alpha Kyrian come to kill me? At that moment, I perceived his scent, and heard his footsteps. "Aria, Aria? Thank fuck..."

Circles, arrows, notes in Dante’s hand. Her eyes landed on a file. Unknown Syndicate – Codename Inferno. Pages detailed intercepted messages, coded shipments, and a rising group that struck with precision. They weren’t a rival family, not in the traditional sense. They were something newer. Sharper. An organization that thrived in the chaos of modern warfare—mercenaries, hackers, assassins. A network without a face. The Inferno. And though no one said it outright, Amara felt it in her bones: this was their true enemy. The one pulling strings behind every betrayal, every riot, every collapse.

Aurora walked closer, ignoring the way his fists clenched. I miss you, I miss getting your attention, Aurora whisper… He laughed bitterly. “You’re insane.” “Maybe.” She stopped right in front of him, close enough to see the faint tremor in his hands. “But you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Vincenzo stepped back, putting distance between them. He went back to the chair and table. He grabbed another file; this particular one thicker, older, and stamped **“LUCIFER – LEGACY PROJECT, He flipped it open, pretending to read.

He pulled the pages open and began reading ‘Dante’s Inferno’. “Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, ché la diritta via era smarrita.” Giovanni read the words, his baritone voice gravelled over each syllable. His chest rumbled, vibrating under his deep tone. “Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura, esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte, che nel pensier rinova la paura!” Giovanni’s fingers continued to comb through my hair, my eyes growing heavy as I listened to the sweet italian poem that fell from his lips.

I smiled, lifting my gaze above their heads. My hands tugged my gown right beneath the table. My mind was racing. I could just stare as my chest rose and fell. I opened my mouth, inhaling sharply. “ Let's talk about business, shall we?” The man sitting right across the table said. " Okay," Enzo replied. He leaned forward and a wide smile tugged across his lips. He just stared at the guys. Not knowing what to say. Or maybe, he just reacted that way. " I need the funds for the Capeland project," he said. " Anyone interested in working with me?" He asks, his voice barely audible.

He's a time bomb that can go off at any time. Santo slides open one of the heavy drawers of the solid oak desk and pulls out a brown envelope made of kraft paper. He clamps his cigar between his teeth and pulls out a series of photos he raises in the air. "Do you know what these are, Lulu?" he asks me, his eyes dark. His Italian accent is even stronger than I remembered and has the effect of an ice-cold shower on me. He terrifies me. I say no with my head. Santo gives me a smile that would horrify even the Devil himself. Then he puts his glass on the desk to grab his cigar and blows the smoke to the side.

LAZZARO I sped at a dangerous speed, cornering him and blocking his car. Without hesitation, I jumped out of my car and approached his, knocking on his window. “Fuck!” He growled and banged his fist on the steering wheel before eventually opening the door and stepping out. “What do you want? Why did you follow me?” he growled. “Enzo Bianchi.” I folded my arms across my chest, observing him closely. “Back from the dead, I guess. Tell me, did you have this all planned?”

" I just nodded, he gave me the diary, I clipped the paper and father closed the door. I closed my eyes, I was born in the 1720's. I started thinking the year and began chanting: To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my fornlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction At that a faint light covered me. At first it was warm then suddenly I felt an excruciating pain. I felt knives peeling my skin, flames burning me. I thought that returning back in time is more painful than going forward. I dropped to my knees, I'm coughing blood and I can see my skin on the floor, blood was all around. My sight is getting blurry. When will this pain

It was a sleek, minimalist ‘I’ wrapped in a circle of stylized flames. Inferno Tech. "Is it the infamous Inferno?” I almost gasped. She nodded. “They aren’t just a tech company. They are the digital backbone of the Mediterranean underworld. Their CEO... they call him L'Oscuro. The Dark One. Dante Galante. The good news? They are hiring.” “They don't hire people like me." I said bitterly. "Isabella Santiago is a dead NYU socialite. Alessia Moretti is a nobody from a village in Sicily who doesn't exist on LinkedIn."

I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling her face to mine as I breathed undiluted madness and despair into her. She wrenched her face loose from my fingers and screamed as she writhed in pain, falling forward out of the chair, making me move back. I stepped over her thrashing body while I looked down on her writhing body, as I squatted next to her. “Only you can stop the agony and despair now, just give me what I want. Give me the Fire Element or die slowly and painfully.” I chuckled as I stood up and walked away toward Antone. He was already waiting for me in the corridor outside his study. I could hear the screams of agony as I closed and locked the door of the study.