#Chapter 314 – Across the Bridge

“When I was a kid,” Luca whispers, still not looking at me. “My wolf was…wild. Completely out of control.” My hand tightens around his arm in what I hope is an encouraging gesture. “He would just…flip out,” Luca whispers. “Make me do all sorts of insane things. Like I would just…shift. In the kindergarten classroom.” He glances over at me, I think embarrassed to say it. “And just run around tearing things to pieces. When I could hold back the shift – which was rare - he would just constantly howl in my mind and distract me and do all sorts of ridiculous stuff. It was…horrible. And everyone knew.” I think back, as Luca takes a moment to collect his thoughts, to all the times when Luca has told me about his troubled childhood, how angry he was after his dad left, how alone and trouble he felt. But I hadn’t realized that his wolf had been part of it. “My uncle helped me,” Luca said, sniffing hard and raising a hand to wipe at his face. “It was the only thing that worked, and it