Ferrara
I sighed in content as the evening breeze rattling the window to my safehouse became stronger, Dusk descending slowly. At once, every form of sleep left me. My senses became alert, hyper-aware of everything and anything. I pushed back from my desk slowly, stretching my limbs properly. I had only one thing bugging my mind. A she-wolf.
My she-wolf.
My fifteen-million-dollar pet, that tried to kill me.
Now that her mission had fell through, escape would be her next option. I knew I'd once said she could leave whenever she wanted, but not after this. She still had a lot to answer to me. Plus, I needed to prove myself innocent of all her accusations.
I wanted her to apologize, then I'd consider helping her bring the culprit down.
Knocking down the -heavy metal I normally used to c
