known for his vicious smirk and aura that moved with the shadow of death. Heads roll, blood sp

his own pack. They saw the devil. The King of hell wh

t demeanor. He was nothing like that. He was beautiful. Likened to Adon

art, he was engraving his exquisite looks in t

stood, looming over a bloody figure yet his ta

knamed "sin in a suit

oom in one of his district club was unholy and powerful i

imatic sound of thumping music but it h

oser to the figure on the now bloodied floor and three others s

his elbows and knees once again as he

ember? Please," the man pressed his hands like two loaves of bread and beg

beyond mending, revealing his visib

imited edition Rolex draped around his wrist glistened as h

ing his face like the cold embrace of death.

s Cesare's close friend for two

supplico, Cesare. Mia moglie è incinta." (I did it for

uldn't believe he was the one being begged for mercy and maybe it wa

testa... ma se potessi risparmiarmi solo questa volta, sparirò per sem

... but if you could spare me just this once, I will disappear forev

nds together, tilted his head as he studied Matteo's miserable condition. The man in question

further and Matteo

's face in his palm. His nails bitting into his

irmi, amico." ("You should've thought

re staring wide into Cesare's' and he couldn't look away, as though he w

ccuparti, vecchio amico. Mi assicurerò che la tua famiglia non senta la tua mancanza... soprattutto tua moglie, Elizabet

g to burst out when Cesare thrusted his fist into hi

o Matteo's throat as

g. His eyes glowed like a thousand Rubies were crushed and tr

ut whatever life remained and

rieving, they didn't dare

something simp

ll, staring at the bloodied corpse of the man he once trusted like a brother. Betrayal cut deeper when it came from

the sacred lineage of the pack's spiritual legacy. But Matteo... Matteo wanted that future for his own child. A child yet unborn. To clear the

he massacre. He was still young, yet to experience his first transformatio

grazing the blood-soaked floor. "Burn the body," he mutte

side the door, straightene

the darkened corridor, his hand wiping the blood off h

aiting on your de

ice lowered. "We

re s

words. "A ghost, from the looks of it. No name, no face. We

ked warmth, only danger glinted beh

uite, the chrome doors reflecting the cr

scent of danger drifte

vintage liquor. Her face was clean and her eyes were downcast in prope

d a scanner that beeped green. The other s

see the smirk tu

coratively. Polished with a sharpened edge

her pulse steady an

now the hunter ha