Dante’s POV
My silhouette hung at the tree line as Elara pushed herself past the first marker, breath burning in the cold air. Lucas’s stopwatch clicked like a metronome in my head ..she was running because she had to, and I was here because I wouldn’t leave her to whatever was hunting her.
I stalked toward Lucas the moment Elara—no, Elara—rounded the bend.
“What the hell was that?” I asked through gritted teeth.
Lucas didn’t even look at me, just flicked the stopwatch with his thumb. His face was carved from stone.
“Nothing of your concern.”
“Nothing of my concern?!” My voice rose, my pack behind me bowing at the force of my tone. “This is my land!”
Lucas sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets as if I were a child throwing a tantrum.
“I had to piss her off. It’s the only way t
