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Everything will be alright. Yours loving. Dante.

Tala held a hand to the cage and as all the eyes fell on it Rebecca backed away, but Danté liked what he saw, enemies of Rachel, and its said the enemy of my enemy is my friend. "They are?" Leonardo asked. "Alister, Danté and Rebecca, a party we found camping in my territory, Danté is a hunter for the Cross" Leonardo marched to the cage, his body language made Rebecca back far in, but Danté remained, Leonardo's hand came through the cage and yanked his collar until his chest hit the vines. "Murderous swine!" "Say what you want I never killed a wolf in my life furball!" Danté yelled back but with an accurate fist Leonardo managed to strike Danté right through the squares of the vine cage but

Dante POV I sat at the table in the pack house dining room for over an hour. I don’t know why I even bothered waiting. I didn’t need this alliance. I don’t owe her anything, I should have went back home this morning. August was somewhere gallivanting in the town square and left me to do this meeting alone. “Dante! fancy seeing you here.” I hear a deep voice come from the doorway and look up, great its Alpha Rahul. I nod in acknowledgment and press my lips in a line. To my awkwardness he sits in the chair directly next to me. “Have you seen Annalise?” He asked. I shook my head. “Not since last night at Pantera. She left with her Mate.” I said flatly. Her father almost choked on the coffee he

Kendrick looked at him warily, but Damon just smiled. "I believe we were discussing the terms of our deal," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. Kendrick nodded, his expression cautious. "Yes, that's right." Damon leaned forward, his eyes locked on Kendrick's face. "I want a piece of your company," he said, his voice firm. "And I want it now." Kendrick hesitated, clearly taken aback by Damon's demands. But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness.

Harley said as I tried to hold back my laughter and shook my head. “I don’t even remember it,” I said. “Damn, my brother needs to work on his game,” Kat said as Wells almost fell off his chair laughing. “More like work on his personality,” I said. “Let’s go dance! There’s this really cute guy who keeps looking at you,” Kat said and I followed her gaze. “Ugh no thanks,” I said as I looked at him. He was tall and somewhat good looking, not like Damon and I cursed myself again, he was muscular and actually there was nothing wrong with him but he wasn’t Damon. I needed serious help and I wondered if there was a twenty-four hour psychiatrist somewhere in Vermont.

The tension in his muscles eased. My scent wrapped around him—vanilla and lavender cutting through the copper smell of blood. His breathing slowed. Deepened. The monster retreating inch by inch. His hand opened. Daemon collapsed to the floor, gasping and choking. Blood poured from the wounds in his neck. The blonde rushed to him, sobbing. Dante didn't look at them. His arms came around me, holding me against his chest. One hand tangled in my hair. His face buried in my neck, breathing in my scent like it was oxygen.

It skids across the floor. “Mommy!” Emily screams as they grab me. I struggle, my elbow in one of them, and getting smacked on that wall by another. I breathe out, pain burning up my chest. Lorenzo watches, amused. “Feisty. I like that.” Then he snaps his fingers. The door is opened--and they pull in some other one. Dante. He is standing hard, with blood streaming down his lip, and his shirt ripped. His gaze meets mine instantaneously. They are fired even now when broken.

Verena whispered, “you disappear.” Fear wrapped icy fingers around Amara’s spine—but beneath it, something else rose. Resolve. “You underestimate him,” Amara said quietly. “And you underestimate me.” Verena paused, surprised… then amused. “We’ll see.” She turned to leave, stopping at the door. “Oh—and Amara?” She glanced back. “He’s already on his way.” The door slammed shut. --- DANTE — THE HUNT BEGINS Dante woke to pain so sharp it stole his breath.

“Mhm.” “You’re annoying.” “And you hit people.” He said. “You deserved it,” I added. Surprisingly, the man laughed despite still looking mildly injured and annoyingly he was actually kind of attractive when he smiled. “I’m Dante, by the way,” he said finally. “Before you attack me again.” I hesitated before answering. “Zara.” “I know.” That made me pause. “You do?” He gave me a look. “You live in Matteo’s house. You think nobody talks?”

I follow Callum into the main room again. Dante is still there, with Luna strapped up, her body trembling but her will unbroken. She hasn’t given in yet, and honestly, it’s amazing to watch her hold her ground. “She was right there, so close, and now she’s practically shaking with frustration,” Dante’s voice is dark, dripping with satisfaction. The words send a ripple through the room, everyone captivated by the scene unfolding before them. Callum’s arm wraps around me, pulling me tightly against his solid frame. “She’s going to break soon. I can feel it,” Dante announces with a predatory grin.