Chapter — Eight
LYRA - POV
I need to do something about it. "Dante, you are safe," I whispered. His eyes, for a fraction of a second, hold an emotion. Then they turn hollow again. "You can fight this, Dante," I whisper. His eyes look at me as if he recognizes my voice, and slowly they slip back to hollow.
What should I do? I feel his claws pressed against my skin and warmth trickling from my neck. I recall my scent, hoping it makes him snap out of the nightmare. "Dante, inhale my scent." His eyes are still hollow.
"Dante, I am your mate." His wolf resurfaces at my words. The hollow, stark eyes shift back to a golden hue. Dante's lips curl up as he looks at me. His gaze moves from my face to the length of my neck. His claws withdraw in the blink of an eye. His face buries into my neck,
