Luca ran like the wind, carrying the young flower on his back. The faint drizzle in the night dampened their clothes as he took shade under canopies of people's homes.
He was angry.
For some sick reason, this omega always attracted the wrong crowd and constantly landed in life-threatening situations. Luca feared the worst. No. He knew the worst would have happened had he not found Julius.
18 hours ago...
"Where is he?" Luca glared daggers at the servant before he could even set the food on the table. Axel had to step in to keep Luca from overdoing it when he aggressively approached an innocent caretaker.
"I didn't help him get away, I swear. He asked when you would return, and I said soon. I just left him to get this." The servant took cover behind Axel.
Axel: "Brother, he couldn't have gone far. You still have his sword, right?"
