Chapter 40
Dante offered a hand to help her up.
Cinder hesitated. Shame blanketed her, and she didn’t want to bring notice to the blood on her hands.
So she put her hands on the ground and pushed herself up without reaching up to him.
“Are you going to attack me too?” she asked, looking nervously at the enormous wolfkin.
“He won’t hurt you.” Dante pointed into the woods, and the beast ran off like a silent ghost.
“I always thought that a wolfkin attacked uncontrollably.” She wiped the sweat off her brow. At least she hoped it was sweat.
“They’re a special breed,” he said. “They’re hunters and killers, but they can be controlled, at least up to a point.”
He looked at the c*****e surrounding them. The troll stood over his kill with his cudgel dripping blood.
“Are you all right?” ask
