The battle was over, but the war had just begun.
Bella stood beside Dante, her breath still uneven, the scent of blood thick in the air.
Gavin's lifeless body lay at their feet.
Her friend.
Her traitor.
Dante had torn him apart without hesitation, but Bella?
She wasn't sure if the ache in her chest was from anger, grief, or both.
Because Gavin had made his choice.
And now?
He was just another body in the dirt.
A cold breeze swept through the clearing, and Bella forced herself to breathe.
"What now?" she murmured.
Dante's jaw ticked.
"Now we prepare for war."