Gio
The moment I heard my father’s voice, a wrath I never thought I could possess filled me. I dropped the disgusting wolf on the ground and kicked her for good measure.
“Padre.” I gritted out.
“Figlio.” He said. I saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye, and my father was thrown back into a tree.
“You worthless, pathetic, vile little man!” Hazel yelled as she pursued her prey. My father stood on his feet and dusted off his pants.
“Ah, piccola strega. Good to see you once again. How are you?” He said. She twisted her wrist and squeezed her fist tight. My father collapsed on the ground and began to gasp for air.
“Peachy. Just fuckin’ peachy. I love when dickheads come and take my mate and child.” She said sarcastically.
“I… had… nothing… to do… with that.” My father said a
