Dante's POV"Let go of me!" The man managed to cry out and tried to shake off my iron grip.When he did not succeed, he pounded feebly on my arm. His attempts to get free only served to fuel the intense rage I felt. My grip around his neck tightened. Through the red haze of rage that seemed to obscure my vision, I saw his face suddenly congested with blood as his air supply was cut off. He made a choking, gurgling sound which was like music to my ears. I wanted him to hurt, to bleed just as she had hurt the girl, just as he had tried to hurt Madison. He placed his hand around mine in a futile attempt to stop me from choking him. I withdrew one hand, grabbed his hands which were wrapped around mine, and squeezed. There was a satisfying crunch as several of his fingers broke. He opened his mouth and voiced out a soundless scream. The traitors' stubbornness was something I secretly enjoyed. I had no patience for a sniveling, groveling prisoner. Since I had gotten into the cell and dema

After a fitful night's sleep, I woke up to the events of the previous day playing around my head. The unfairness of it all hit differently this time. I thought of Dante. Maybe his brain had been addled by the events of the last few days. Did he seriously expect me to voluntarily stay in his pack forever? If he did, then his expectations of me were laughable. I dressed quickly and opened the door. At first, I did not see anybody, but then I looked to my right and saw Lucius standing there. There were two other guards in the corridor but they were a few paces away. It seemed it was Lucius' turn to stand guard outside my door. As soon as he heard the door open, he shifted slightly, blocking the exit with his body. I scowled but said nothing and attempted to go out through the little space I saw. It was too small for me to pass through. I stopped trying and glared at him. "Good morning, Luna," he said, not quite meeting my eyes. "Move," I ordered. He grimaced and scratched the back

Allison's POV He did not back away. Dante's wolf rose to his full height. He stood there, proud and strong, not paying attention to my aggressive stance. It was as though he was daring me to attack first. He did not bother to take a defensive stance. He was already acting like he had won even though we had not begun fighting. I began to circle him slowly. He did not flinch or try to protect his flank. His self-assurance was driving me crazy. I had matched his strength to mine several times and every time, Dante had come out stronger. My motto was that I would keep on trying. I would keep on trying to defeat Dante both in my human and wolf form. I felt I had a chance to do so. Though he was strong, he was not invincible after all. Perhaps if I was finally able to take him down, word would spread among his pack that he had been beaten by a girl. Then, he would not be so high-handed with me. Spurred on by these thoughts, I snapped at his tail. He snatched it back just in time even t

Allison's POV I attempted to wrench my arm out of his grasp. He did not let go. He held on tightly- tight enough to hurt. He watched me expectantly, probably wishing I would wince or give any indication of his manhandling. I glared at him defiantly, determined not to give him that satisfaction. I fought to distract myself from his proximity. As we glared at each other, I resisted the urge to close the distance between us. Already, we were so close that my heaving breasts were brushing against his chest. He was unknowingly doing it again. He was distracting me. It seemed that every time I was on the verge of taking a step that would take me back to my old life, Dante was there, the sheer force of his presence erasing every other thought. We engaged in a silent struggle, me pulling and he attempting to pull me even closer. Finally, I could not take it anymore. "What do you think you are doing Dante? Take your fucking hands off me this instant or. . ."I wanted to add a threat, but lo

Allison's POV As I ran through the woods, I kept looking back. I told myself that I was making sure that I was not being followed by Dante's guards, but that to tell the truth, that was not the only reason. My paws did not seem to touch the ground. I was running faster than I had done in a very long time.The thrill and exhilaration I got from running in the woods were absent. I was restless and on edge and even in my wolf form, I could not get over those feelings. With every step I took, I felt like a part of me was being ripped apart. It was a sign of the mate bond between Dante and I getting strained. I fought it every step of the way but still, the feeling persisted. I hated the feeling. I kept reminding myself over and over again that the Shadow Moon pack was not my home and that Dante Colle meant nothing to me. He i