Mana never looks that proud to her daughter, seeing Rose's wolf. I moved to sit on the floor and opened my arm, the wolf curled in front of me and I cuddled into her soft and thick fur. Our mom chuckled. She approached us and sat beside us and petted Rose’s head, who yipped happily.
"Tell me, what kind of man Lucas is now. I met him when he was just 17 years and already so handsome," Mana asked teasingly.
"He is… hot." I answered, blushed.
"I doubt there's any male hotter than Dave, agapi," she laughed.
"You sound like Arles." I pouted.
“Arles?"
"Alastair," I replied and she gasped.
"You met him? Tell me, does he look anything like you?" She asked. How did she know?
"I don't know, but I looked like his dead sister, and he looked like Fabian. How did you know?"
"Did you get a histo
