Dante’s POV
One month and one week. That’s how long I have been away from my pack. Finally, I’m back.
The capital drains the life out of me every time. Dealing with that greedy werewolf king, listening to his endless demands, his smug little smirks, it grates on my nerves more than anything else. I was counting the hours until I could breathe my own air again.
Vespara sat beside me in the car, looking half-dead herself. It seemed she caught some damn flu in the capital. She kept stopping the car every hour to puke her guts out. Not that I blamed her.
When we finally reached home, I offered to take her to Elizabeth, but Vespara just waved me off. Said she was too tired to even lift her arms, let alone visit a doctor. Told me she was going to fall into bed and not wake up for a month.
Honestly, I understood. I was tired too. Too fucking tired. Four hours of sleep a night, at best, was no way for a wolf to live, especially not one with responsibilities like mine. Dragging my aching bo
