VioletDante carried me in his arms the entire way back from the muddy border. I held the heavy iron box tightly against my chest, feeling every small bump as he walked. My body felt like it was hit by a truck, but I didn't complain once."You can put me down now, Dante," I whispered, looking up at his sharp jaw."No," Dante said flatly, his grip tightening around my legs. "I'm not letting you walk until we're back inside the house.""I have legs, you know," I said, rolling my eyes at him."I don't care," he replied, not even looking down at me. "You got cut, you got dragged through the woods, and you're exhausted. If I let you walk, you're going to collapse, and I'm not dealing with that right now."I sighed and rested my head against his shoulder, knowing there was no point in fighting him on this. He was stubborn as hell when he wanted to be. We finally reached the front edge of the pack estate, and I looked up at the main building. The house wasn't burnt down or anything, but the
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