DANTE’S POV

I stopped abruptly, my ears twitched, and I thought I heard footsteps behind me.

I slowly turned around.

But there was nothing.

No one.

Only the quiet trees, and the wind whispering through the leaves. Yet, something unsettled my senses. I hesitated, trying to shake off the sudden tension pulling within me.

Even Saint stirred.

Then it came, a forceful pull.

It was sharp. Powerful. Like an invisible thread dragging at my chest with an intensity that's hard to ...