one hundred and fifty six

Dante’s POV

I revelled in the warmth of the cascading water, each droplet a soothing caress against my skin, melting away the tension of the day.

As the water envelops me, my mind drifts to Vanessa, her presence a complex tapestry of emotions woven into the fabric of my life. Our relationship has been a tumultuous journey, marked by highs and lows, by moments of connection and moments of strife. Yet, amidst the turbulent seas of our past, I sense a glimmer of hope, a flicker of possibility that we might find our way back to each other.

Vanessa's decision to stay in my pack, to choose me over Elijah, speaks volumes of the bond that we share, of the unspoken understanding that bridges the chasm between us.

I am acutely aware of the pain I have caused Vanessa, the wounds I inflicted with my actions, the scars that mar the canvas of our shared history. Her forgiveness, though not yet fully granted, hangs in the air between us like a promise of redemption, a beacon of hope that guides me