Chapter 25: The Distance Between Us

Bella didn't stop until she was deep into the pack's northern territory, away from the packhouse, away from Dante, away from the bond that burned through her like wildfire.

Her wolf, Luna, whimpered inside her mind.

"We need him."

Bella gritted her teeth.

"No, we don't."

But it was a lie.

She could still feel him.

Every heartbeat.

Every breath.

Every shift in his emotions.

It was suffocating.

She gripped a tree, her fingernails digging into the bark, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I hate him," she whispered.

Luna growled.

"Then why are we in pain?"

Bella squeezed her eyes shut.

She didn't have an answer.

Because the truth was too dangerous.

She didn't just hate Dante.

She hated that she wanted him anyway.

And now?

There was no escape.