Dante's POV
It had been a week since Dad and the Elders were killed. With every day, the ache in my chest lessened a little, yet the guilt very much overpowered the grief. I had to live the rest of life knowing that I was the reason he was killed. My recklessness had painted a target on his back, and Jett had seized the opportunity with deadly precision.
Jasmine took his death harder than I did; meanwhile, Mom hadn't been out of bed since she felt Dad die, consumed by the anguish of losing her mate. The death of a mate was said to be the most painful thing a wolf ever experiences and most don't survive it. I was grateful that my mom was one of the few who did; losing both parents in one day would've been unbearable.
Despite the tragedy of losing the Elders, our training continued as sc
