Chapter 79: The Storm Breaks

Dante was close.

He could feel it.

Could feel Bella's heartbeat, her pain, her rage.

She wasn't breaking.

She was waiting.

Waiting for him.

Waiting to strike.

Dante stood at the edge of the ruined fortress, his pack surrounding him.

The scent of Gabriel's wolves filled the air, thick and suffocating.

They were waiting for him.

Good.

Because tonight?

No one was leaving alive.

"No mercy," Dante growled, his voice a command, a promise, a war cry.

Sage nodded. "No survivors."

Dante's blue eyes burned.

"We end this now."

Then—

He shifted.

His massive black wolf erupted from his skin, claws sinking into the dirt, fangs bared.

The air shook with the force of his roar.

And then—

They attacked.