Sage paced the war room, her arms crossed, her expression dark.
"This isn't just some nightmare," she muttered. *"This is something else."
Bella sat at the head of the table, Dante standing beside her, his fingers curled into fists.
The mark on her throat still burned.
Still whispered.
Like it was waiting.
"We have to kill it," Chase said, his jaw tight.
Dante's blue eyes snapped to him.
"You think I don't know that?"
Chase exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair.
"Then tell me how, Alpha."
Silence.
Because that was the problem.
They didn't know how.
Bella clenched her jaw, forcing herself to breathe through the overwhelming sense of dread.
"We find out what it wants," she said, her voice steady despite the cold creeping into her bones.
Dante's eyes darkened.
"I already know what it wants, Bella."
His gaze dropped to her throat, to the mark.
"It wants you."
Bella swallowed hard.
Because he was right.
And the worst part?
She wasn't sure they could stop it.