I didn’t know where to start as I stared at him then back at the moon in front of us.

The words were tangled like sharp thorns placed deep in my throat. They were sharp, scary and painful, and it felt as though they were catching on every breath I tried to take in and out.

Dante sat quietly beside me... he had been silent since we came back from the hunt. His presence, a calm weight. He didn’t rush me or ask questions as to what he had heard or why he had heard it, But...

But I had ...