The Wolf Without a Name
I gently removed my hand from him, wishing I could do that right away.
Seeing the sadness on my face, Ares started to cheer me up.
"My name, given to me by my father, was the name of a god of war," he told me.
I raised my head and stared at his handsome face.
"I was thinking about a name that would suit you well and the name Aphrodite is the right name," he said.
"Aphrodite," I repeated.
"A goddess of beauty and love," Ares told me. "She had red hair just like you."