Chapter 79

Ever since that night, Dante had insisted on being present every time I opened Isadora’s diary.

It wasn’t just worry.

It was instinct, deep and primal—the Alpha in him refused to let his Luna take even the smallest risk without him near.

At first, I thought he was just being overbearing. But when I remembered how he had found me—convulsing, unconscious, nearly lost—I couldn’t bring myself to arg