VioletDante stood right in front of me on the concrete balcony, his large shoulders shaking as he stared down into my eyes. The cool night air rushed between us, but I couldn't feel the chill at all because my entire mind was stuck on his last words."I'm not trying to play a game with you, Violet," Dante said, his voice dropping into a rough, broken whisper that sounded entirely empty. "The truth was that I was dying… I am dying and there is nothing the pack doctors could do to stop it."I didn't speak, not knowing what to say to a confession like that. My tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth, and my throat was so dry that I couldn't even manage to swallow my spit.I just stared at his wet cheeks, waiting for him to tell me it was some kind of sick joke to get me to forgive him. But his eyes were dark with a raw, agonizing truth that made my stomach drop straight to the floorboards."Say something, please," Dante pleaded, reaching his hand out toward my shoulder before droppin
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