Chapter 32

Alessio

Shock reverberates in my body. I stare at Gio's Grandma, not knowing what to say, just staring at her in the hopes of seeing something on her face that will get my memory started.

The only problem is, I have ended the lives of so many people.

I hate myself for this. It's not something I'm proud of. It's exactly why I escaped my life from the pack, but I didn't know that the only way I could continue living in the human world was to kill.

But no matter how hard I look now, I still can't see anything on her face.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, slowly backing away. "I didn't . . . I didn't know that was the case."

"Master, don't take her that seriously," Gio tells me under his breath. "She has dementia."

Chiara looks at the old woman nervously. "Does she accuse everyone of killing her husband?"

"Well, no," he admits. "But it could just be. . . ." He trails off and shakes his head, taking his Grandma's arm. "Grandma, let's just go in and talk about this inside, okay? I told you about not