Chapter 6-2

A few minutes before six o'clock, I make my way to Dante's study. Nora conveniently disappeared before I could ask her to accompany me, so I had no choice but to consult the framed map of the pack house, placed in the kitchen.

I feel as if the house has gone silent; the pack members have strategically disappeared, which is obviously planned. Nothing to stop me from talking to Dante.

To my surprise, I'm actually relishing this phone call. I'd love to see how Dad attempts to justify this little stunt. Instead of directing my anger at Dante, as I had previously done, I'm bottling it in preparation for when I next face my father.

Mooching past the lobby, I pause for a second. There's nobody in sight, no brute of an Alpha to stop me from fleeing. With a tentative step, I ponder my options. Don't even think about it.