Chapter 80: The Devil’s End

The sound of battle shook the walls.

Bella's head snapped up, her pulse hammering.

He was here.

Dante was here.

Gabriel's wolves were scrambling, rushing toward the fight, their snarls and howls filling the corridors.

The guards outside Bella's door hesitated.

And that?

That was their mistake.

The moment one of them turned, Bella moved.

She ripped her wrist from the silver cuff, ignoring the burn, ignoring the pain, ignoring everything but the bloodlust singing through her veins.

Her body lunged forward, her fingers wrapping around the nearest guard's throat, squeezing, crushing.

His gurgled scream was cut short.

The second wolf turned too late.

Bella was already on him, sinking her claws into his chest, ripping them downward.

Blood splattered across the stone.

She stood there, panting, shaking, but victorious.

She wasn't a prisoner anymore.

She was a goddess of war.

She grabbed one of the fallen daggers, her grip tightening as she stepped into the corridor.

Gabriel was waiting for her.

And now?

She was coming for him.