Twisted Fates
Clarissa said as their eyes met for a split second, and then, he turned his attention back to the road.
He shrugged. “If you put it like that, yes.”
She was quiet for a while. “I know nothing is rosy, and it’s definitely not your life. I deserve to know what’s going on,” she said firmly.
He nodded. “You’re right.”
Archer turned a sharp bend that led them through a narrow road. “The thing is, a werewolf was killed tonight.”
“What? Why?”
“We don’t know that yet. The death is weird. Its heart was ripped out from him, and he was tossed by the side. I didn’t want you to see such things, especially after the night we have had or should I say day,” he said calmly.