DANTE’S POV
The silence hit like a blade, not pain worse…absense. I was so used to the pain that came with it being Selene by now but the pain that I often felt was nothing like this. The silence that I had been drowning in wasn’t anything like this, this was something new, something that signaled a truth that I wasn’t ready to face yet.
I was standing in the war room, arguing with one of the trackers about routes through the eastern ridge, when it happened. One heartbeat she was there faint, distant, a constant pressure at the back of my skull. The next… nothing. My knees buckled. I caught myself on the table just in time, the wood splintering beneath my grip as a roar tore from my chest. It wasn’t a sound I chose to make. It was dragged out of me, ripped loose by instinct older than
