The Curse

The next day

Leandro wiped his sweaty forehead. He had just finished a long run which he almost always started his day with.

He glanced at the wall clock in his room. It was almost 6:30 but Larisa was not in his room.

For a moment, he wondered if she had given up on working after having to do so much the previous day.

"That would be great" he mumbled underneath his breath and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

He took a shower and when he was back into the room, Larisa still was not in the room.

"She really has given up" he affirmed and went on to dress up.

He dressed up in a white shirt white trousers. Black was his favourite but white suited him perfectly too.

He sat before his desk. It was a weekend, a day he went to work pretty late.

He glanced at the files on his table. They were related to what was going on in the Pack at the moment.

He opened the first one and the first notable incident was the death of two people who had suddenly died at the same time with their face