Dante’s POV

The study room was quiet. The fireplace had burned low, and only the sound of wood cracking filled the silence. My brothers sat with me, and for once, none of us spoke for a while. It was strange to see all of us quiet because normally we always had something to argue about, but this time we didn’t. We were all thinking about the same thing. We actually gathered to make a discussion about the pack and also her but we haven't said anything yet.

I looked at their faces. ...