Chapter 32

• Dante adjusted the cover cloth draped over Aria, his expression softening as he gazed at her peaceful form. He gently petted her head, his fingers tracing the contours of her face before he stood up and walked out of the chamber. As he made his way to the throne room, his expression transformed, his features hardening into a mask of determination and anger.
• Upon entering the throne room, the council members greeted him with a bow, their faces solemn and respectful. Dante's expression remained cold, his eyes flashing with intensity as he walked to his throne and sat down. The council members followed suit, their faces grave and concerned.
• "As you all know, The dark witch invaded our pack and took my wife, Aria, hostage," Dante said, his voice low and menacing. His eyes seemed to bore into the souls of the council members, his anger and frustration palpable. "The dark witch touched what's mine. I won't rest until I find her," he continued, his voice dripping with malice.