Harper Volterra Whore ❤️

About Turin

Me, I’m thinkin’—whores are the real agents. Undercover, playin’ the game, shakin’ not stirred. They see the world raw, no filter. Makes me grin, that edge they got. Sure, some prat’ll say they’re dirty—piss off, mate, you’re borin’. I’d share a drink with ‘em any day—cheers to the night beasts!

Adorable View of Volterra, Tuscany, Italy

The Runaway Mate Carly Faye isn't your average seventeen year old werewolf, she's anything but actually. Having lost everything that was important to her at.

First off, I grab my coffee at that little café on Via di Porta all'Arco. You know the one? The barista, Marco, he’s always got a joke up his sleeve. I’m like, “Hey, Marco, gimme the usual.” He winks and says, “You mean the ‘I need caffeine or I’ll bite someone’ special?” Classic Marco. I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, you have NO idea.”

Darby Day Trip: Volterra