I stood at the edge of the forest, staring at the empty shadows where Dante’s pack had vanished. The air still smelled like blood, it was definitely something that could be smelled from far away. It clung to my skin, stuck to my hands, and I couldn’t shake it. 

My chest thumped, heavy and uneven, and I felt my wolf restless, angry, and close to breaking out. I hadn’t shifted, not fully, but I felt him in me, telling me to give him a chance to come out.

I cursed under my breath. I ...