Chapter 82: The End of an Era

The fight was brutal.

Gabriel was faster than Bella expected.

Stronger. Older.

But she was smarter.

He swung at her—she dodged.

He tried to grab her—she slashed his arm.

Every move he made, she was already ahead.

Because she had been watching him her whole life.

She had memorized his cruelty, his weaknesses, his arrogance.

And now?

She was using it against him.

Gabriel snarled, blood dripping down his arm.

"You think one little dagger is enough to kill me?"

Bella smirked.

"No."

Then she dropped the dagger—

And shifted.

Her wolf exploded from her skin, golden-furred, massive, powerful.

Gabriel's eyes widened.

Because he had never seen her shift before.

Because he had never given her the chance.

Now?

Now, it was too late.

Bella lunged, her fangs sinking into his throat.

Gabriel screamed.

Struggled.

Fought.

But she held on.

She ripped and tore and didn't stop until the last of his breath left his body.

Then—

She let him fall.

Dead.

Gone.

Finally.

The war was over.

And Bella?

She had won.