Chapter 130

• Isabel
• Dante paused, only just realizing that our baby was also in the room with us. Tears formed in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on her tiny form. Bianca turned abruptly and Dante quickly tried to take cover. The sound of a tin clattering to the ground shattered the terse silence. Fuck, I cursed in my head. Bianca and Henry's heads both snapped towards the noise. Henry was on his feet in an instant, his grip on the arrow tightening. Dante stepped completely into their view, and my eyes landed on the weapon in his hands. A dagger. Thorne and a few of the pack warriors were behind him in a second.
• Tension filled the room as they all faced each other off. I could see the anger in Dante's expression. The disbelief and the confusion that the two people he was closest to had been the ones to turn against him. Henry raised his hand, training the poisoned arrow steadily on Dante. Blood drained from my face. No. No, no, no. Dante straightened, his expression menacing as he took a slow step forward. “Put it down.” He commanded, the iciness in his tone causing goosebumps to dot my skin. I rarely ever saw him like this, terrifying and filled with blinding rage.