Chapter 77: A War for Her

The next nightfall, White Moon wolves stood at the border, their forms blending into the trees, their claws unsheathed, their eyes glowing in the dark.

Ready.

Waiting.

Dante stood at the front, his wolf barely restrained beneath his skin.

Tonight?

They were taking her back.

No negotiations.

No mercy.

The wind shifted.

A scout emerged from the shadows.

"They're waiting for us."

Dante's lips curled.

"Good."

Because they weren't just walking into a war.

They were bringing one.

Dante took a slow, deep breath.

Then—

He let go.

His massive black wolf erupted from his skin, a deafening snarl shaking the trees.

The pack howled as one.

And then—

They charged.

Straight toward hell.

Straight toward Bella.

Straight toward war.

And this time?

Gabriel wasn't leaving alive.