thirty five

Dante's POV

I clenched my hands into a fist as I sat at the edge of the table, I couldn't help but feel worried for the pack, the witches had been giving us trouble for years but this particular incident blew the roof out of the top, how could they expect me to sacrifice fifty of my pack members to them for there stupid revenge.

I find myself pacing back and forth in my head, unable to find any peace of mind. It's like there's a storm raging inside me, and I can't find a way to calm it down. I feel responsible for the pack, and it's tearing me apart that I can't protect them from all this chaos.

My mind is racing, searching for answers, but it's like chasing shadows. The more I think about it, the more overwhelmed I become. I've faced challenges before, but this feels different. It feels like the stakes are higher like everything is on the line. The walls of my pack, once unyielding, are crumbling in front of me. It's like the very foundation of our existence is being shaken, and I ca