Chapter 4

Her hand dropped, and her eyes dimmed with a hurt that would haunt me forever.

“No, Dante. You’re doing this for yourself.”

She walked away, and with each step, the void she left behind grew larger. I stood frozen, torn between chasing after her and leaving. But the damage was already done. I turned and walked into the night, each step heavier than the last.

Present Day

Years later, her words still echoed in my mind. I had told myself leaving was the right thing, but the doubt never left me. Had I done it for the pack, or had I done it because I couldn’t stand to be questioned, to be seen as less than the leader I believed I could be?

The rumors of Silas and his plans had stirred something I thought I’d buried. For the first time in years, I felt the pull of home, the pack I’d abandoned, and the wolf I’d left behind.

Elara had been my anchor, the one constant in my life. And now, Talon Pack needed me again. She needed me again.