While Dante and Bella waged their own battle, another threat was lurking just outside White Moon's borders.
In the deep shadows of the northern woods, Alpha Viktor Drakov stood watching, his blood-red eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"The great Alpha Dante has finally found his weakness," Viktor murmured, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
Beside him, his Beta, Nikolai's brother, Mikhail, let out a low chuckle.
"The girl."
Viktor nodded, dark amusement flickering in his gaze.
"If we take her—" He tilted his head, watching as Bella disappeared into the trees, Dante still burning with frustration behind her.
"—Dante will burn this whole world to the ground to get her back."
Mikhail smirked.
"Then let's take her."