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the old man continued, glancing at Matthew with curiosity. Matthew did not feel like talking. Who would not recognize him? After all, he was Matthew Leon—people always wanted to strike up a conversation with him. Since this world was strange and he could not go back, he was not in the mood to follow the usual social conventions. Eventually, though, Matthew politely responded and even asked the old man for some advice. “Sir, I’ve been really confused lately. I can’t tell what’s real or not, and I’d like to ask you a few questions,” Matthew said sincerely.

“You’re so focused on saving your precious Cassie and fighting Lorenzo, you didn't notice the shadows moving among your own blood.” Leonardo slowly lifted his head, despite the burning pain in his ribs. “What... what are you talking about? My blood?” The wolfsbane was making his mind foggy. Matteo leaned in, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still managed to carry through the dungeon’s silence. “I am Matteo Giovanni. Does that name mean anything to you, little cousin?”

Fernando asked, he was told to rest but he is headstrong. "Haven't heard of the phrase keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" He asked with a smirk. "Who is Mateo?" Ruth asked innocently, she stared at them waiting for an explanation. "Mateo is a mafia boss like me but he is my enemy, he has been trying to bring me down. He has committed several crimes and pinned the blame on me, and he is trying to know my true identity and worst of it is he has painted the image of a saint in the society by helping the poor and other people."

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

Rough fingers entered Grace's mouth, and she whistled loud enough to have Herne and Jack cover their ears, "Sort out your domestic stuff later. We have a gigas to find, Bokken Riders to interrogate, and this young man seeks our help." Theria scowled and sat on the opposite end of the conference table. Her eyes spoke volumes of her displeasure. "This is not over," she hissed. In record time, Warren's hands found his face, "This is so not my day." Time ticked away while Grace waited for her junior members to stop their grumbles. "How can we help you, Mateo?" Mateo fiddled with a gold necklace and took a deep breath, "I heard about you guys on the news. I prayed to god above you could help me."

At the time, his father was Alpha, so it was unlikely that he’d be able to help me even if he wanted to. So, who’s Alec Castell? Who is he truly? “Have you been in contact with this man after you left the prison?” Matteo’s question catches me off guard, and it almost feels like he can read my thoughts. There are things that I haven’t told anyone—things that I’ve kept secret even from Paola. I’m not sure I can tell Matteo either, so I lie. “No, I haven’t.” “But you’re sure that he’s the one who sent you that fake identity, right?” he asks, this time, tilting his head.

Flicks of memories play in my head but nowhere, not one time when Inanna and Conri had faced Aodh, was this dagger or a sorceress called Yggdrasil. Rhet must have noticed my bewilderment as he says, “Ashe said Mathias was the difference this time.” “Yeah,” I breathe out as the dagger settles in my palm and its energy pulse sinks with the rhythmic beat of my heart. Rhett was correct. Mathias was the difference. I had never met him until this lifetime.

The doubts clawed at my mind, taunting me with the possibility that I had been deceived, that my compassion had been misplaced. But the tangled web of secrets did not end there. The eavesdropped conversation between Alpha Weston's mother and a mysterious figure shrouded in shadows echoed through my thoughts. The revelation of a spell cast upon her own son, a spell whose purpose remained a haunting mystery, twisted my perception of the world around me. How deep did the darkness run? What other secrets were concealed within the walls of our pack?

“I’m just having a hard time finding this girl.” She squealed just as I knew she would. “You must tell me about it.” I shrugged. There wasn’t really much to tell. “I don’t know much about her. She’s like a ghost.” “There’s a way to make ghosts materialize. That’s what Mateo is here for.” She said ruffling my hair. Mateo! Fuck, I had been so absorbed in trying to find her the hard way that I hadn’t even considered the easy way first. Mateo was a genius at tracking down people for the royal family. He was like a human blood-hound.

I'm trained to enjoy long waiting periods and torture but sometimes the torture isn't that sever and in this case a pivotal part with both games I'm playing a part where I am reading both of them but something feels a bit off something else felt off since I've been captured and I know for a fact that my friend is keeping something for me. Matteo had a tell tell sign he reads like a book and the only reason I've loved him and I still do to this day is that he is predictable unlike my fiance who is unpredictable because you can never know what Maxwell is thinking . If he was able to do what he did to me and put the blame on someone else without anyone catching on except for when everything was