Angelo
The atmosphere in the room changed immediately.
Angelo read the letter loudly.
He didn't give a shit that everyone was here and listening to what the letter contained, and more than anything, he didn't care that Mikhail could probably see this as a weakness. If anything, he was starting to be warm towards Mikhail. So they were okay.
Angelo held on to the sheet of paper, reading and rereading it more than enough times. He just wanted to be sure he wasn't hallucinating, though he was conflicted.
The white wolf was free; that should have been good news because all everyone ever wanted was for the girl to reconcile her wolf side, her angry side, and the side that made her feel like she had a family, and it had been a success, so why did Angelo feel like hell had just broken loose?
