Another notification. Another disappointment.
Mr. Morelli sat at his desk with further reports about an incident involving his son. An irritated grimace was on his lips, though they were hidden behind ringed hands clasped in front of them. The most frightening thing about him was the wrinkles between his eyebrows and old, stern eyes that pinned anyone onto the floor. It caused everyone in the room to keep their gazes on their feet.
A doctor stood in front of his desk. He had been tasked with monitoring Luca's pheromones since he had started wearing his watch again.
A couple of hours before, there was an incident that required his father's attention. It seemed that Luca was nearing a rut and to continue to resist would put people around him in danger.
