DANTE’S POV

I looked back at Elara. Her eyes were locked on Alpha Magnus, firmly, yet she seemed troubled.

“Dante…” she called softly, her voice trembled a little, but it was enough for me to catch.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” she said. Her gaze moved between me and Magnus, searching for something.

I believed her. I always had. No poison whispered into my ears, not even from Alpha Magnus himself, could change that. He wanted to distract me with that to get ...