Chapter 73: Dante’s Wrath

Pain.

That was all Dante felt.

Not his own.

Bella's.

His mate was gone.

Ripped from him.

His wolf howled inside him, the bond between them pulling, screaming, burning.

But he couldn't feel her.

Not fully.

And that?

That was enough to send him into a fucking frenzy.

He tore through rogues, his claws dripping with blood, his snarl shaking the trees.

"Find her!" he roared, his voice a savage command.

Sage's face was pale, her expression tight.

"They took her, Dante. They fucking took her."

Dante's vision blurred with fury.

Because he had made a promise.

Bella would never be taken from him again.

And now?

Now, Gabriel Santos was about to learn what happens when you take something from Dante Rodrigo.

"We go after them," he growled, shifting back into his human form, his blue eyes burning with vengeance.

"We don't stop. We don't rest. We hunt them down—"

His breath was ragged, dangerous.

"—and we burn them to the fucking ground."