Chapter 6

Sherman The memory of her stunned expression lingered in my mind as I slid into the Bentley. Relief washed through me, though I couldn't fully understand why I cared so much. Perhaps it was because Silvia is so different from others —the red-haired beauty who'd haunted my thoughts since our first encounter. My wolf, Leo, said. "Mine, "he growled. "She should have been ours from the beginning". I closed my eyes, letting memories of our first meeting wash over me: It had been six months ago, on the anniversary of my mother's death. As the only Carter who still honored her memory, I'd stood alone at her grave, placing white lilies on the cold marble while my father and half-brother Zack were probably off enjoying their privileged lives. After the cemetery, I'd wandered into a small café downtown—the kind my mother would have loved. That's when I heard it. Piano music so hauntingly beautiful it made me still. Following the sound, I saw her for the first time: slender fingers dancing across