one hundred and thirty one

Dante’s POV

I sat in my office, exhaustion weighing heavy on my shoulders. The relentless search for the witches who threatened the safety of my pack had consumed my every waking moment. It felt like an endless battle, but I refused to give up.

As I sifted through the evidence, my heart raced with a mix of determination and frustration. The witches' spies, caught within the pack, remained tight-lipped about their leader's identity. It was a maddening puzzle, but I knew I had to keep pushing forward.

Every lead I followed brought me closer to the truth, but it seemed like the witches were always one step ahead. The chase was relentless, like a never-ending dance between predator and prey. Yet, I was determined to be the victor in this dangerous game.

Thoughts swirled within me, a tempest of emotions. Frustration gnawed at my patience, threatening to consume me. But I refused to let it overpower my resolve. I had a responsibility to my pack, a duty to protect them from the witches' male