Luna’s POV (Flashback)
Aunt Portia’s lover irritated me. I thought she would make a better choice than him, but I suppose that doesn’t apply to the world of werewolves’ mates and love and he was her mate.
He always reeked of cigarettes and alcohol . He was an unkempt man with wild, greasy hair that covered the top half of his face. His arms looked as if they were made out of wood and his fingernails were painted the color of blood. His nose looked like it had been run over by a horse while standing in the middle of nowhere. The only thing he could be good at was smoking. He smoked nonstop, day and night. Even when he didn’t smoke he still reeked of it.
And gambling.
He gambled everything on a roll of the dice. If he won one hundred, another hundred went up in flames. It was pathetic.
But Aunt Portia loved him and he loved her too and Avery was their little princess.
At least that was what I thought.
Until I began to feel his rough hands lingering whenever I passed him and there were d
