DANTE’S POV:

Everywhere seemed uncomfortably quiet, even the soft air felt oppressive.

The ticking of the clock on the wall was crushing my nerves. I sat at the top of my desk, my fingers entwined together. I was staring blankly at some reports from earlier.

I had to move on, the Pack work needs to continue. But it wasn't so easy.

Two of my wolves, warriors. Where gone, without warning, without signs.

It's been days now and not even a sign or a trace from the killers.

The pain of ...