Chapter 8Raphael
Dante perked up at the rustle of leaves and instantaneously propelled himself through the air. He pushed through the thick bushes of the forest, coming out the other side with leaves in his hair and some scratches on his face. Those would heal quickly. He missed catching whatever he was aiming for, but his blood-red eyes were now deeply focused on the side.
He changed direction in a moment and launched himself forward like a bullet. Raphael lost him from view. Something squealed nearby and got silenced forever. Then, Dante casually stepped out of the bushes, holding two wild gray rabbits by the ears, necks snapped.
Raphael applauded. “Exquisite, darling!”
It was a treat watching him hunt.
It had been several days since their path continued through the woods. Being alm
