Dante's POV
The moment I ordered Celine to be imprisoned, I felt a cold knot in my stomach. Her betrayal opened a wound that bled through my mind. I could see how terrified she was, but it was too late for me to pity her. The pack demanded justice, my action is key, I must take a firm decision, and I couldn't allow personal feelings to cloud my judgment. Not even now.
"Take her," I commanded, my voice void of emotion, though every fiber of my being was raging. The guards moved in, and grabbed Celine by her arm with stern force. She didn't resist, she didn't even flinch. She was just staring at me with a mixture of defiance and sorrow.
"Dante," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You have to understand… I never wanted this."
