SELENE’S POV
I couldn’t stop shaking. Not when Steven was dragged away. Not when the guards dispersed.
Not even when silence returned to the pack grounds like nothing monumental had just happened. My hands trembled at my sides, fingers numb, as if my body hadn’t yet realized the danger had passed or maybe it knew it hadn’t.
Dante stood a few steps away from me, his back rigid, shoulders still heaving with the aftermath of rage. His knuckles were red. Blood clung to his skin, dark and undeniable. Steven’s blood. This was a reminder for me, a rude awakening to what he was…what he still was. I had seen Dante angry before. I had felt his temper through the bond felt the way it simmered, the way it snapped.
But I had never seen him like that. Not unleashed. Not for me, even when he ripped o
