Past
“Maximo Wolff! Marcus Wolff! Voi due tornate qui in questo istante (The two of you get back here this instant)!” Our teacher screamed at us as we continued to run around the woods like a bunch of rebellious kids.
It wasn’t our fault that it was summer time and yet the two of us were forced to stay in class learning history, taking extra lessons, and even etiquette training. Sometimes it baffled us as to why we had more etiquette lessons than fighting, but our father told us that it was because we wolves have it in us to already be good at fighting, but with manners? It’s not so common.
Our parents knew best, but of course, being the younger kids we were, Marcus and I always found ourselves creating trouble.
“Fermare (stop)!”
My brother and I froze on our tracks when a growl
