Chapter 27: Hunting Season

One of the few happy memories I had of my father was going hunting with him in the wild. I liked spending time with Dad, spending time out in nature. He was always so excited during our trips, so pleased when he managed to hunt something. He’d always warn me to close my ears before he shot because he knew I hated the sound.  

I couldn’t close my ears this time. The shot had come from me. And, as I watched, Dante fell to the ground, just like my father’s birds used to fall all those years ago. 

I’ve never liked hunting. 

My hands started to shake so violently that the gun slid out of my grip. Vaguely, I noticed Matteo break the arm of the guard who had been holding him down, then bash his head into a wall. The other guard snapped into action, but Matteo was too quick for him. He……