ALEXANDER
Dante’s name keeps echoing in my head long after Lira says it.
It doesn’t feel real at first. I just stare at her, waiting for her to take it back. To say she misspoke. That it was someone else.
But she doesn’t.
And the longer the silence stretches, the more the truth sinks in.
Dante.
The bastard has her. I feel very stupid that I hadn’t even considered he might have been responsible. If anything, he has the most obvious vendetta against this family.
I can feel my wolf stir under my skin, claws itching to rip through, fangs aching to tear. My chest burns like someone lit a fire inside me, and I can’t breathe around it.
“Tell me everything,” I manage, even though my voice comes out rough and low.
Lira nods, keeping her eyes on mine. “She’s alive, Alexander. But she’s wea
