Vinorca Jona POV

I was fuming with anger, but at least things were working.

Running hadn’t worked, and I still couldn’t understand what was wrong with my wolves—or why I had two of them.

So, I thought maybe talking nonsense would help. And it clearly was.

The way Dante stood here, provoked but still not touching me, was entirely because I showed I was in control of the situation—a state of being he absolutely despised.

Though, truth be told, I was scared out of my mind.

Bleeding, completely naked under his predatory gaze, it was nothing short of terrifying.

“What did you just say?” Dante growled, his voice loud enough...