Chapter 93: The Monster That Wouldn’t Die

Bella's breath hitched as she watched Dante tear into Gabriel's flesh, his fangs ripping through muscle, through bone, through anything that dared to resist him.

But Gabriel?

He wouldn't die.

Even as Dante clawed through his chest, even as blood poured from the open wounds, even as his body convulsed, torn apart piece by piece—

He kept laughing.

"You don't understand, do you?" Gabriel's voice was wet with blood, his lips curling into a smile even as his body fought to heal itself, even as his bones cracked and reformed.

"I can't die, Dante."

Dante snarled, his black wolf sinking his fangs into Gabriel's throat, twisting, tearing—

But it wasn't enough.

Bella's stomach twisted violently.

"Dante—"

He didn't hear her.

Didn't stop.

Didn't slow.

Because he was past reason. Past control.

He was in a frenzy.

And if Bella didn't stop him soon—

It wouldn't be Gabriel that was lost.

It would be Dante.