Dante’s pov
Selene passed out in my arms.
One second, she was staring at me with those big brown eyes shimmering with tears and fear. The next her body went limp. Her head rolled forward onto my chest.
“Selene?” I whispered. I gave her a little shake.
There was no response.
I looked over at Sara who had fallen down onto the grass. She was sitting with her legs crisscrossed while she breathed hard. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead and her hands shook a little bit. I’d never seen her so tired before.
“She passed out,” I whispered, shifting Selene in my arms. “Is she alright?”
Sara nodded herself, although her face was pale. “She’s out of danger. We must return to the pack. She needs rest.”
I looked down at Selene and then up again at Sara and nodded once more in weary underst
