Dante Scout POV
Did she just call me a moron? Shock slammed into me like a freight train.
But even that paled compared to the sheer absurdity of what I was witnessing—her running completely naked. I was grateful for one thing: the pack house was secluded, hidden from prying eyes. Yet, the sight of her just inches away from the main gate, ready to bolt, sent a surge of agitation through me.
Still, I didn’t move. I wanted the fear she harbored for me to grip her, to root her in place. But it didn’t. She didn’t even flinch.
How could she even *think* of running out like this? Naked?
“Vinorca, stop right there!” I shouted, my voice sharp and commanding as she gripped the gate handle. I couldn’t just stand idle anymore.
Does she seriously think she can leave like this?
Without wast
