DANTE’S POV
Dinner felt more like sitting inside a pressure chamber than a meal. I sat at the head of the table, but my mind was still in the Council’s great hall replaying every word, every decree, every insult masked as diplomacy. The meeting with the council memebers had gone teribly and I wasn’t even in the mood to sit at this table but I couldn’t break the rules that I had made. I had always said that I expected my pack memebers to always be sitting at the table no matter what mood they were in. I was in a terrible mood tonight because of what Steven had demanded as compensation for what I had put him through. It was as if no one cared about what he had put me through, about what he had out Selene through. Maybe I should have brought Selene out with me so that she could have spoken o
