Chapter 64: The Forgotten Past
Bella barely remembered the ride back to White Moon.
Her mind was spinning, her breath shallow, her pulse hammering.
"Someone from your past wants you back."
The words haunted her.
Because it didn't make sense.
She had no past.
No one left.
Right?
Dante's grip tightened around the reins as they rode back toward the packhouse, his entire body tense, unreadable.
She could feel his anger.
Not at her.
Never at her.
At whoever the fuck thought they could come for her.
"Talk to me," Dante said finally, his voice rough.
Bella exhaled, rubbing a hand over her face.
"I don't know what to say, Dante." She shook her head. "Who could it be?"
Dante's jaw ticked.
"That's what we're going to find out."
Bella's fingers curled into fists.
Because this?
This was a new kind of war.
Mikhail was one thing.
But someone from her past?
Someone who thought they had a claim on her?
No.
Fuck that.
Bella lifted her chin.
"Whoever they are, we end them."
Dante smirked, dark and dangerous.
"That's my girl."