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Dante’s POV“Several missing rogues in one night cannot just be a random coincidence,” said Gamma Gregor.“We have been at peace with most of the neighboring packs,” Delta Roland added. “Who would do this?”“Maybe it’s one of Gerrick’s followers,” Cyrus suggested, with his arms crossed.But Kara shook her head. “That’s not possible. We killed most—if not all. There is no way they could plan something like this.”“She has a point,” Head Warrior Riker muttered, tapping his fingers against the table. “This is too big for a scattered group of survivors.”“We must have a new threat,” Kara said. “For now, it would be best to tighten the security measures at the border.”They all hummed in agreement, then the room went silent.I could feel their eyes on me.I had been quiet the entire meeting, paying little attention to what they discussed. After all, they were the ones impatiently demanding my presence.“Alpha?” Kara broke the silence. “Do you have any thoughts on the matter?”I shifted in

Dante POVI hated bullies.They reminded me of my time in training camp when I was younger, smaller—but stronger. Strong enough to make them hate me for it. They hit me so badly I had broken a rib or two in the process and was left with a permanent scar at the back of my head.“Who are your parents?” I asked in a cold voice that made their tiny limbs tremble.The two older kids who had been so eager to push someone smaller now looked like they wanted to disappear.“Uh…” The scrawny blond one gulped. “M-My dad’s one of the warriors—”“We didn’t mean anything by it, Alpha,” the other, taller one cut in quickly.I arched a brow. “Oh? You didn’t mean anything by dragging a kid half your size through the dirt?”The blond boy opened his mouth, then shut it again.“I don’t tolerate bullying in my pack.” My eyes darkened, and I shifted my gaze to the little boy being bullied.“What’s your name?” I asked.“Leo,” he answered softly.“Leo.” I repeated, rolling the name on my tongue. “How would y

Amaya’s POV According to the doctor, I had a panic attack. My body had gone into shock from the stress, making it even harder to breathe. He managed to stabilize me, but I was still weak, drained from everything that had just happened. It was never life-threatening, but Dante didn’t take it that way. Lying in bed, I could hear Dante repeatedly scolding Suri for overwhelming me with too much information while she pleaded desperately. I felt bad for her, but in my state, I could do nothing. From that day on, Suri was forbidden to see me, which made me quite sad—especially since Dante was always around me like a guard dog. He spoke less and became even more protective. A week later, I was discharged, and he took me back to the packhouse himself, barely letting me walk on my own. I protested, but it all fell on deaf ears, so I stopped and just did whatever he said. And when we arrived, I was practically imprisoned in my room all over again. As the days passed, I started

Amaya’s POV The sound echoed down the hallway. My eyes widened as Suri’s head snapped to the side, and she covered her cheek with her hand. She staggered back from the force of the blow, her eyes filling with tears. My entire body stiffened — and worse, Kara’s smile deepened. “Pathetic,” she spat. And when Suri opened her mouth, she yelled again. “Did I tell you to speak?” She stepped closer, landing another slap on Suri’s face. Suri shook her head weakly, her eyes fixed on the floor — but that also seemed to upset Kara. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” When Suri hesitated, Kara grabbed a fistful of her hair. Suri gasped as Kara yanked her head back, forcing her to meet her gaze. “You can’t even follow basic instructions?” she hissed, digging her nails into Suri’s scalp. “No wonder you’re nothing but a useless little maid.” “Stop…” Suri’s voice broke. “Oh, so you can talk.” Kara yanked harder, making Suri wince. When she released her hair, she shoved her backward with so

Amaya’s POV The atmosphere surrounding us became even more tense. Kara opened her mouth but couldn’t form words while Dante’s brow knitted together. “Oooooh, nice.” Cyrus, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke with a lazy smirk, and all the attention shifted to him. His brow knitted together, and he shook his head, confused. “What? It’s not every day we get to witness this side of the Luna,” Cyrus said, then his gaze landed on me. “By all means—don’t mind me. Continue.” I opened my mouth to speak, but Dante spoke first. “There’s no need for that.” All eyes snapped towards him. Even Kara’s smirk faltered as Dante’s gaze darkened. “What?” she said. “But Dante…” He didn’t even look at her. His eyes remained fixed on me like he was trying to read my soul. “I won’t be punishing anyone.” Kara’s eyes widened. “But…” “I said enough!” His voice thundered, but then he exhaled in frustration. Kara’s gaze shifted to me. She tightened her fist, and for the first time,