The Sentinels There's nothing to be sure of

Lasher soon walked beside him, seemingly without reluctance, and Dante stepped in silence for a few moments, putting together what exactly it was he wanted to say.  It wasn't easy, starting a conversation now.  What was done was done.  And Lasher's actions had been justified by fortune; nothing had happened to the alpha while he was out.

At length he did speak, and decided to cut straight to the chase.  There was a frown creasing his features as he stopped, turning to face Lasher head on.  "It was unnecessary," he said, quietly.  "Don't try to defend it otherwise."  It was a shit excuse in Dante's eyes, the idea that one more wolf would have made a difference to the defense of Donnelaith.  If it had been anyone else, he was convinced Lasher would have required a pair at least.  "I'll not be your excuse, a backup to stand in should your recklessness cost you.  If that's what you need of me, then find someone else."  He wouldn't let himself be used as an excuse for Lasher to throw his life away just because a 'capable leader' was there to take over if something happened.  Donnelaith needed him.  Dante had given him the leadership for a reason.  And the rage that rested in him was in large part because he felt that gift had been carelessly tossed aside.