Fifteen minutes later, a few fighters meet us at the gates of the pack house. I sit up a little straighter, watching Dante spring into Alpha mode. Parking the car haphazardly, he turns to me. I don't know what to say, distracted by the probing eyes of the countless fighters stood around the vehicle, waiting for Dante.
"I have to go and see Marco, so I can get to the bottom of this." He begins, tapping his fingers on the armrest between us. "Could you please wait here, until I get back? Whatever I've done to hurt you-- I need to put things right."
"Alright." I sigh. "I'll wait. We can draw a line under this and like you said; I can go back to my sheltered, little life."
"Please." He whispers, closing his eyes tightly. "We can discuss this when I get back. Don't go wandering off, love." D
