Humberto’s Point Of View
“Gina?” I called as I walked into the hotel room. I blinked, and my eyes became red.
The room was dark, and I needed the werewolf eyes to see in it.
I heard a grunt in the corner and I turned to see Gina, sitting on the floor with her back resting on the legs of the couch. She raised her head and our eyes met.
A drop of tear rolled down her red cheeks as she folded her lips in, “What are you doing here?” she asked.
I gulped and started to approach her. I could see the pain in her eyes.
I had never been harsh on Gina, I had never scolded her all those years, since I found her as a child and chose to keep and train her as my own.
Her painful gaze stabbed me like a dagger through my chest and I gritted my teeth as I neared her.
“Oh I forget… this is your hotel
