RIVERA’S POV
“My mother was from a long history of warriors, so she became one too. The first female warrior in Howell pack. I think I’ve told you the story before” Rafael explained. I sat with my legs crossed on the bed, listening to him. “I remember” I muttered. I definitely remembered, because he had told me at least once every month from the first month we met. It was his proudest memory of his mother. “I used to look up to her as a young boy” he confessed. I watched his expression change slowly to a more sad one and I moved closer to him. I had never seen him like this. “Are you alright Rafael?” I tapped his shoulder softly. Rafael shook a little and stared straight into my face, his green eyes boring right into my soul. “No, Rivera” he whispered.
Rafael sighed. “When you asked me a
