Chapter 2 - The Twin Wolves
Emma’s breath hitched in her throat. Her hands trembled as she stood under the shade of the autumn trees.
Hesitantly, Emma pulled back her left sleeve. There, etched into her soft skin, was an identical wolf tattoo—except her wolf was facing forward toward the rising sun.
Lucy bounced eagerly between them, pointing back and forth. "Look, Mommy! I told you the wolves were cousins!"
Gabriel stared at the side-by-side forearms. The two pieces fit together like a broken seal—his wolf staring into shadow, hers facing the light. Deep, heavy silence fell over the tree-lined path as decades of dark history hung in the crisp afternoon air.
Emma whispered in a stunned, breathless gasp, "That's... impossible."
Gabriel slowly raised his eyes, locking onto Emma. The icy barrier in his dark eyes melted into disbelief and long-buried grief.
"Who did yours?" Gabriel asked in a low, raspy voice.
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Emma held Lucy tight against her chest, her heart hammering frantically. "Marco Bellini... thirteen years ago."
👉 What dark secret took place thirteen years ago that forced them both to carry these permanent marks?
