Vanessa POV

I heard my father clear his throat as I approached him. 

   

    He turned and tried to muster a sweet smile, which I was sure was not humanly possible when it came to my dad.

“Everything okay, Dad?”  I asked and he gave me a nod, took off his suit jacket and placed it by his briefcase before taking off his tie and loosening the top two buttons of his shirt. 

 

 

  I kept staring at the tattoo on the top of his hand, the symbol that represented our family—the wolf. The symbol consisted of chains weaved together to form a wolf’s face, almost like a tribal sign. Both my...