DANTE’S POV
Weakness had a taste. I hadn’t known that before I had never allowed myself to but now I could feel it coating the back of my tongue every time I drew a breath. My body still healed faster than any ordinary wolf’s, but it no longer felt endless. Every wound lingered. Every shift cost more than it should have, and every victory stung as I counted the amount of wolves I was loosing in battle.
Selene’s absence hollowed me out in ways I didn’t know how to name. This reminded me of the time when I took her presence for granted. I had always said that her presence was a weakness to me. I never imagined that one day I would be in the middle of a war with her being my silver lining, I never thought she would ever be the anchor I needed but couldn’t get when I was in trouble.
Still,
