Lawrence POV
It was two o'clock in the Vatican. I was injured and decided to come back home.
I lived on the top floor of a luxurious building. There was a very wide balcony with sofas, tables, and some expensive furniture.
I often liked to sit there and watch the rising sun and sunset and the busy people under the building. I didn't have to rush for life like those people because I had enough money.
I sat on the sofa to deal with the wound. Logan's sharp claws made a terrible blood mark on my arm, but I didn't need to worry because werewolves were born with the ability to self-healing. I believed everything would be perfect in a few days.
While dealing with the injury, I noticed a shallow scratch on my arm the woman named Eleanor left.
The woman's cry, begging, and fear came to my
