DANTE’S POV
I didn’t look back as I left the field, I hated the way tat I had just behaved back there. I hated the way I had seemed as if I had no control over my own emotions and how I had seemed like the kind of alpha that used power as a way to control people. I hated the way Lucas…. even his name in my thoughts left a bitter taste in my mouth, I hated the way he had made me loose control and I just had to get out of there. If I had, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to restrain myself.
The wolf Lucas stood among the others as if he belonged there, shoulders relaxed, posture respectful, gaze lowered just enough to avoid challenge. To anyone else, he looked like exactly what the council had sent me: a promising warrior in need of refinement. But my instincts screamed otherwise. Ever
