Elora’s POV
I thought he had vanished. After the mess I made rejecting Dante, heart pounding, voice like knives, my whole body shaking, I figured he’d just disappear for good. Not just the almost-mate I never signed up for, or that stupid, impossible pull in my chest I keep trying to stomp out, but even the shadowy sort of friend he’d managed to become since I landed in this bonkers pack.
But no. Dante didn’t go all cold and dramatic like I'd pictured. Didn’t turn into some ghost skulking out of my periphery, didn’t suddenly find the floor extremely fascinating whenever we crossed paths. He actually stuck around.
What shocked me was that he was actually nice.
The first morning after I had burned everything down. I was out at the training ground, yelling at a bunch of teenagers who’d r
