The feast in White Moon's main hall was loud, celebratory, victorious.
Bella sat at Dante's right side, watching as their wolves drank, laughed, and toasted to their victory.
But she?
She was on edge.
Her instincts had been pricking at her all day.
A feeling.
A whisper of something wrong.
Like she was being watched.
Dante noticed.
"What is it?" he murmured, pouring her a glass of wine.
Bella hesitated.
"I don't know."
Dante's jaw ticked.
Because he trusted her instincts.
And if she felt something was wrong—
Then it probably was.
Then—
A scout burst through the doors.
Panting.
Wide-eyed.
Terrified.
Dante's entire body tensed.
"Speak."
The scout swallowed hard.
"Alpha. Luna. We found something at the border."
Silence.
Bella's stomach twisted.
"What?"
The scout hesitated, his hands shaking.
"It's… a body, Luna."
Bella's blood ran cold.
Dante's eyes darkened.
"Whose body?"
The scout hesitated.
Then—
"It's Gabriel's."
Bella's breath caught.
Impossible.
She had destroyed him.
She had felt him die.
Dante's fingers clenched into fists.
"Show me."