Luther
"How is she?" Dad asks, raising his head from the newspaper. He stayed back at my home with my brothers last and Leena last night. Leena is quietly sitting beside dad, looking pale, which I know the reason is Wagner.
I take a seat across him to my dining table, shake my head, and tell him, "Still 107," This indicates my bite is affecting her. She may shift anytime, and that's why we five and dad is here. We can't take a risk when she is feral.
Dad looks pissed. "Do you realize this stunt you pull may cost her life? What if she was a minor, Luther?"
"Maybe I did wrong to her. But I wasn't in my senses. How could I be, seeing my mate taking her life before me?" My hands form into fists under the table. I am trying hard to erase that memory that is scaring me and also my wolf.
