Atticus
Luca and I went on a run in the woods in our wolf forms. It was one of the things that I did to take my mind off the issues that bothered me— Pack issues, that witch Neriah but most importantly, Conrad and Marisol.
Despite spending hours running around the hill, the weight in my chest didn’t lift, instead, it pressed down on it harder. I was confused, they had just met each other that night.
I could have sworn that their conversation didn’t even last for twenty minutes. Yet, he had sent a bouquet of roses to her yesterday. The hell!
What exactly did he want from her? Why was Neriah’s cousin getting close to the woman that I had just gotten married to?
What kind of relationship did they share for him to send her flowers?
Drying my hair with a towel, I shook my head as if tryi
