C37 BETWEEN LOVE AND VENGEANCE

Isabella's POV

The low light seeping through the cracked windows barely reaches me, but I’m awake—every nerve in my body on alert, every breath a reminder of the wound that almost ended me. Pain flares when I shift, but it’s nothing compared to the fury blazing inside my chest. I can’t stop replaying it: Enzo’s bloodied hands, his desperate pleads, the horror in his eyes