SELENE’S POV
After what had been done to me during my first breakfast here, I would be lying if I said I was looking forward to another one. I would also be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious at the thought of sitting with Dante’s pack members again. Now I wasn’t only concerned about Dante’s cold behavior toward me, but also about what his wolves would say or do this time.
The corridors of the west wing were unusually quiet the next morning, as if the entire fortress was holding its breath. I walked slowly, trailing my fingers along the cold stone wall, trying to steady myself after another restless night. The bond had been relentlessly loud pulling, tugging, aching and I hated that Dante could shut me out so easily while I was left drowning in the pieces of the emotions he refused to feel
