Vincenzo

Madre had done it again. She had played another wild card by asking me to take Liliana on a tour. Begrudgingly, I did so, and just as I'd expected, the blondie never kept shut.

We made our way into the garden. Liliana chuckled at one of her childhood experiences as we came upon the bridge.

We stopped to look at the stream underneath.

"Wow. The pack house is such a wonder, but I have to ask. Why so many trees? I mean, look at all the land allotted for greenery. Wait, is the Alpha a fiend?"

I leaned against the bridge. "Well, you can go ask him, you know."...