The Sentinels There's nothing to be sure of

He still did not see.  Aria was young, and Blue Willow would have been in mourning.  Perhaps that would not prevent them from shouldering some, but he did not think he was wrong in assuming it would be he who filled the role.  After all, who else would step up as Alpha male in his stead?  "I think you let emotion overpower reason.  You did not wish to endanger a packmate in the journey - so instead you endangered yourself."  Perhaps he did not go so far as martyrdom, but it was close enough for the Beta to feel some ire.  Sacrifice wasn't always about glory. 

They were at a crossroads - Dante could feel it.  And he did not like that still his opinion carried that much weight with Lasher.  Was he so eager to give up the burden?  Had he even wanted it in the first place?  Or had he simply accepted it because his now-beta had requested, had obviously no longer wished to hold it himself.  If that were the case, then no.  A good leader needed to want it, and it was this that Dante had seen as his own biggest failing.  "I don't think I can answer that," he said, quiet.  "Either you think you are the best for this pack or not.  But if you believe yourself to be the one this pack needs, then you should act like it.  Your life is no less important than ours.  If anything, it is more."

It wasn't straight.  He knew this.  But his anger was becoming spent and he could feel the exhaustion that came with revealing that which one has held onto.  If it were to come to war, however, he would not see his friend try to fight alone.  They were a pack for a reason and he needed to at least try to get him to acknowledge that fact.