Chapter 56: The Making of a Luna

The training grounds were brutal.

Bella stood across from Dante, her entire body aching, sweat dripping down her spine.

They had been at this for hours.

And Dante?

He was relentless.

"Again," he ordered, his stance relaxed, but his blue eyes sharp.

Bella gritted her teeth, adjusting her hold on the dagger.

Then—

She lunged.

Dante dodged easily, shifting at the last second, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her back.

"Too slow." His breath was hot against her ear.

Bella snarled, twisting in his hold, slamming her elbow into his ribs.

Dante let out a low grunt, his grip loosening just enough for her to break free.

"Better," he murmured, his smirk widening.

Bella exhaled sharply, stepping back.

"You're enjoying this."

Dante's chuckle was dark, pleased.

"Of course I am."

Bella rolled her eyes, adjusting her stance.

She could feel it—the shift.

The raw, growing power inside her.

She wasn't just Dante's mate.

She wasn't just a Luna.

She was becoming a warrior.

And when Mikhail came for her again?

She would be ready.