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The Valerio mansion breathed oppression and luxury. Giancarlo, in an impeccably tailored suit, was pacing the hall when the door swung open. Anya stepped inside, pale and worn, holding the hand of Leo, a six-year-old boy. The air seemed to freeze solid. Giancarlo stopped, his whiskey-brown eyes widening at the sight of Anya’s face, and then, shifting to the boy, a visceral understanding punched through him. The scent of wolf, unmistakable and intimately familiar, radiated from the child. It was his son. The silence between them was deafening, heavy with six years of pain, fury, and an attraction the full moon had never let him forget. He watched her, paralyzed, as the past and the present crashed together in his fierce, unblinking gaze.