Viola

Even before I stepped out of the limo, I noticed that another car had pulled up alongside ours. I was able to recognize him and smelled the foul werewolf odor that he exuded. I sank my gaze to the ground. He accelerated away from the scene as soon as he started the car. He motioned for me to take up a position in the passenger seat beside him.

When he pulled over to the side of the cliff and demanded that I get out, I thought I was about to be killed. "I love you, Viola," he said as he knelt at my feet. I swear to you that...