"The little boy in that picture, it's your brother isn't it?" I whispered, his eyes were on mine, he stared at me for a second, chained to the wall and he didn't say a word to me.
He killed someone, someone that he cared about because he could not control his wolf, he killed his brother, that's why he was mad when he saw me with the picture, that's why he didn't want to be at that house because it reminded him of all of the thing they went through, that's why he felt the way he did.
I stared at him with a frown on my face, my eyes filled with tears.
"Luca." I breathed out, inching even closer. "I know you are in there, I know you would not hurt me," I spoke, his wolf growled for a moment, he is trying to fight back, trying to turn into his form.
I didn't come any closer anymore; I stared at him with another smile.
"How do you live with it?" I breathed out. "I can't even imagine the thought of it," I whispered, It must be horrible.
