Angel's POV
We sat on Dante's bed, with him still cradling me in his arms. Despite having just witnessed him order his friends to murder two men in front of me, I oddly still felt safe and comfortable with him. I could also sense that holding me was keeping him from losing his s**t.
Kira had withdrawn to the back of my mind since the attack, and I couldn't feel her presence anymore. She was likely as scared and confused as I was. A million thoughts raced through my mind, leaving me unsure of where to begin processing everything.
I was sure about two things, though. Firstly, I was some kind of magical wolf. Secondly, some evil, disgusting rogue boss wanted to force me to have his child. I wondered where I would be right now if my mate hadn't been there to rescue me. Was it messed up tha
