Gregory did his best to arrive to Serena’s building as soon as possible. When he reached her door, it was wide open, and the sound that greeted his ears was that of a woman crying.
He breathed out a sigh of relief and followed the sound in haste.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him.
No, it wasn’t the blood or the dead bodies that unsettled him.
But Serena squeezing Benjamin’s hand, crying, as the wolf, the man she loved, laid, dying slowly and painfully, was like a stab to his insides.
He didn’t belong in the picture. And he never felt more out of place.
He knew that if Benjamin were to die, he would stand no chance at all. Gregory had no doubt in his mind that Serena would prefer to lead a life of celibacy than be with him.
His decision was made b
