DANTE’S POV
Selene was walking slowly toward the pack house, her hair damp, her dress wrinkled and stained with earth. She looked exhausted eyes shadowed, shoulders drawn inward but not panicked. Not the way she should have been if she’d simply wandered too far. She looked like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and that was something that I quickly noticed but tried to push aside.
Relief hit me first…then fury. didn’t she think that I would be searching for her? Or was this yet another display of her selfishness? She clearly didn’t care how her actions affected others. She didn’t care that he escapades endangered the pack and all the wolves that stayed here. She didn’t care what it did to me.
I crossed the distance between us in seconds, stopping directly in her
