Chapter 147: The Pack No Longer Trusts Her

When Bella returned to the packhouse, everything was different.

The stares.

The whispers.

The fear.

The pack was afraid of her now.

And maybe—

Maybe they should be.

Sage stood at the center of the hall, arms crossed, expression tight.

"You disappeared last night."

Bella exhaled slowly.

"I needed air."

Sage's eyes darkened.

"You killed a rogue, Bella."

Silence.

Then—

"So what?"

A ripple of unease swept through the room.

Sage's brows furrowed.

"You don't even care, do you?"

Bella smiled—slow, dangerous, mocking.

"Should I?"

Dante stiffened beside her.

Because this?

This was what he feared most.

Bella wasn't fighting the darkness anymore.

She was leaning into it.

Sage shook her head, stepping closer.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Bella just laughed.

"I finally stopped pretending."

Then—

She turned and walked away.

And the pack?

They let her go.

Because they didn't see her as their Luna anymore.

They saw her as a threat.

And Bella?

Bella wasn't sure if she cared.

Because the truth was simple.

She wasn't the same.

And maybe—

Maybe she never would be again.