Chapter 111: It Wants Her

The night air was thick with unease, pressing down on Bella's skin like an unseen weight.

She couldn't shake the feeling—the crawling sensation beneath her skin, the whisper of something unnatural slithering through the air.

She had felt power before.

Had faced monsters.

But this?

This was different.

This was wrong.

Bella sat on the edge of the packhouse roof, her eyes locked on the distant treeline.

The place where it had been watching.

"You feel it too, don't you?"

She didn't turn at the sound of Dante's voice.

Didn't flinch when he settled beside her, his massive form radiating heat against the cold night.

"Yes."

Dante's blue eyes burned as he followed her gaze.

"It's hunting you, Bella."

She knew.

She felt it.

Like something was pulling at the edges of her mind.

A tether.

A whisper of something ancient, endless, hungry.

And for the first time in her life—

Bella didn't know how to fight it.