Rowan stared oddly at Dallas. It seemed the look hasn't escaped him since the airport. Now they were sitting in a café, Dallas staring into his coffee.
"Explain yourself."
"I was young. And in love. Clara was like a breathe of fresh air. Rogues didn't care much for finding mates. So I chose her. She was with me through it all, my first shift, my first hunt. Everything. I truly loved her... or well thought I did. I was 15. You don't know love at 15." Dallas sighed. "It was so long ago."
"And Raven? Explain Raven and why she wants to kill my wife."
Dallas shrugged. "That.. that I don't know. Witches ages different than wolves. She would have been born over 20 years ago... I don't know anything about her except for her hand writing. She used to write to me... years ago. She wanted to
