67. Lorenzo
Athena stiffened as she looked at me.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, concern darkening her expression.
“Nothing,” I lied, shaking my head.
Her gaze searched mine, but I leaned in, brushing a kiss against her forehead. The last thing I wanted was for her seeing and reading into the emotions that were whiring in me.
“I need to know the name of your wolf,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil in my chest. “It’s important.”
She froze, tension rippling through her body as her hands trembled. Was it that and for her to tremble? Didn't she have a wolf?
“I… sh… she’s… Snow,” Athena finally admitted, her voice barely audible,”her name is Snow."
My wolf, Mark, stirred at the name, a soft whimper of recognition echoing in my mind. ‘Snow,’ he repeated, pride and longing fillin
