HIDDEN TRUTHS

SEBASTIAN If anyone had warned me three years ago that approaching another woman would mean nights of anxiety, anticipation, and a wonderful feeling, I would have said it was not the time for dirty jokes.  And if he would add that the one who also three years ago spilled the glass of wine over my white shirt in the evening when I tied my destiny to Isabella’s, was my soulmate, my Luna, I would have told that person to say that aberration to someone else. Now everything was so unclear and yet so simple. To love was very simple. To keep the flame of passion was the real challenge. We started pretty ugly and continued even worse.  Someone was following Teresa and the only evidence was a forgotten diary in my mother’s drawer, which she ignored I had taken away. The horror part of this entire story was the transformation of a werewolf into a much more dangerous beast.  And the beast was none other than our great-great-grandmother, Lettice Hewitson. Something did not connect here, and the on