I barely register what’s happening as Dante carries me to the car, settling me in his lap gently. My body refuses to stop shaking. My mind is still stuck back there, replaying the f*****g m******e, the blood, the severed limbs, and that wolf.
I try to focus on my breathing, but every time I blink, I see those glowing eyes staring me down, ready to rip me apart. My fingers tighten around Dante’s shirt before I even realize I’m holding onto him.
His hand moves to the back of my head, pressing me against his chest. "Calm down. You’re safe now," he murmurs.
I don’t respond. I don’t think I can.
Lavina and Marco climb into the car, looking just as wrecked as I feel. Their clothes are bloodied, their faces hardened. But they’re alive. Thank God. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if someone d
