Chapter Forty-Eight

Luca’s POV

Well, fuck me sideways.

Heracles.

My wolf is Heracles, or Hercules as the romans came to call him.

I accepted not knowing his name ever since the night he came to me. I wasn’t the only one whose wolf was playing his hand close to his chest. Abernathy, George, Zaine, and a few of the guards, all came out with it once I opened my mouth on an ill advised drunken night out. Bonding time, that’s what Zaine had called it.

It was when he first stepped into his father’s shoes and was finding his way as a leader. The first order of business was getting to know the troops. Those days are all a bit of haze, but the night I spilled the beans about my wolf, I remember that night as if it was yesterday.

Abernathy was the first to speak up when I blurted out that my wolf had no name. I was sick of hearing the men around me talking about their beasts and calling them by name. It hurt that my bond with my beast wasn’t as close as theirs. If it was a strong bond, he would tell me everything,