Chapter 132

Go to Dante Point of View:

The darkness that surrounded Dante Regulus that night was thick and quiet, far too quiet for a man who was used to hearing the whispers of the forest, the distant rustle of leaves, the heartbeat of the pack.

He lay on the couch beside Elara's bed, her breathing soft and even, her skin pale beneath the soft moonlight filtering through the window. But sleep refused to come