Carlos DeLuca

‘What was the need to be so rude to her?’ My wolf gruffle, displeased with my behavior toward Sofia.

‘I don't want her to get any wrong ideas’ I walk up to the study table, and an envelope sits there.

Frowning, I stare at the written ‘For Carlos DeLuca’

I open it and pull out what's inside. My mouth turned dry to see the familiar picture. Along with it is a note.

‘I'm hoping this refreshed your memories’

My tongue filled with distaste as I saw the ...