The Alpha’s Blood Debt Vessel
Yet silence lingered in its wake, A fragile calm that felt… too fake.
The city rose like glass and steel, A place where wounds could almost heal. Where names could change and pasts could fade, And ghosts were easier to evade. Giovanni drove with steady hands, Her focus locked, her heart in strands. Beside her, Leo hummed a tune, Unaware of how life had shifted too soon.
“Are we safe now?” he asked at last, A child still tethered to the past. She glanced at him, her voice held tight, “We’re safer… but not free from fight.” He nodded slow, as if he knew That safety wasn’t something true.