Luca
I step as silently as possible towards the front porch of the old St. Claire house. I parked my bike at the end of the property and walked my way towards here, trying to clear my head in the few minutes of silence I gave myself before I approached the old witch house. That call from Ian St. Claire of all people half an hour ago has left me mindless, the worry and fear for Geneva digging holes in my chest and eating my flesh piece by piece until I got here. All the questions and scenarios of what might have happened to her circle inside my head like some broken record left on repeat.
Geneva is not supposed to be here. She should be back at her marble castle surrounded by luxury, and family who loves her and guards to keep her safe. My wolf princess is too precious to be left alone in
