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It did not take long for me to fall asleep in Dante's arms after all that happened. I was exhausted. I was deep in a dream when I heard a gunshot. It was muffled but my wolf's ears were good enough to pick it up. I let my hands slide where Dante should have been and shot up in bed when I could not feel him. Where was he? Panic surged through me. I thought about the gunshot and a million scenari passed through my mind. Maybe someone shot him and he was wounded somewhere. I felt through our bond and I could say for sure that he was fine physically. I would feel it if he was wounded as if it was my own. Dante? I called through our bond and I could not keep the fear out of my voice. He did not miss it because the next thing I felt from him was immense worry. He was getting closer to me be
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