Chapter 143: The Breaking Point

Dante didn't sleep.

Didn't eat.

Didn't think about anything other than her.

He paced outside her door, his wolf thrashing beneath his skin, desperate, furious, terrified.

She was slipping.

And he didn't know how to stop it.

"Dante."

Sage's voice pulled him back.

She stood at the edge of the hallway, arms crossed, her face unreadable.

"The pack is asking questions."

Dante's chest tightened.

"Then give them answers."

Sage exhaled sharply.

"What answers, Dante? That their Luna might not be their Luna anymore?"

Dante's breath came slow, sharp, deadly.

"She is still my mate."

Sage's expression softened—just a little.

"For how much longer?"

Dante's hands curled into fists.

Because that?

That was the question that haunted him.

"What happens if we can't save her?" Sage asked quietly.

Dante knew the answer.

He just refused to say it.

Because if Bella lost this war—

If she became something else entirely—

He would have to kill her.

And he didn't know if he could.

"Then find another way," he growled.

"Before I lose her forever."

Sage hesitated.

Then—

"I'll try."

But deep down?

Dante wasn't sure if there was anything left to save.