Chapter 69: Luring the Devil Out
The night air was thick with tension, the scent of pine and damp earth settling over White Moon's borders like a veil.
Bella stood in the center of the clearing, her golden-brown eyes sharp, unwavering.
She had spent years running from ghosts.
Not anymore.
Because tonight?
She was the hunter.
Dante stood a few feet behind her, his presence a solid, burning force at her back.
His warriors were hidden in the trees, waiting, watching, ready to strike.
"If he touches you, I will rip him apart," Dante murmured, his voice low, lethal.
Bella didn't flinch.
"He won't get the chance."
Dante's jaw tightened.
Because she was right.
This was Bella's fight.
But that didn't mean he wouldn't burn the world for her if she needed him to.
A branch snapped in the distance.
Bella's pulse slowed.
He was here.
And this time?
She was ready.