Dante stumbled through the dark forest. Each step sent pain through his body. His shirt was still soaked with blood - some his, some Kera's.

His wolf healing wasn't working right. Too much damage and just too much pain.

"I'm sorry, Kera," he whispered to the empty woods for the eighteenth time in a row. "I'm so fucking sorry."

His voice broke on the words. She was dead because of him. Because he'd charged into that fight like an idiot.

Because he couldn't protect the people who mattered.

Just like always.

Dante pressed his hand against a tree to steady himself. His legs shook from exhaustion. But he kept walking....