Chapter 156: The Moment They Meet Again

The night was cold.

Dark.

Still.

Bella stood at the edge of a ruined battlefield, her golden eyes scanning the bodies littering the ground.

White Moon's warriors had moved fast.

Faster than she expected.

Her rogues had fought like hell.

But they weren't a real pack.

They weren't strong enough to win.

Not against him.

Not against Dante.

Bella exhaled slowly, lifting her gaze toward the treeline.

And there he was.

Standing at the top of the hill, the full moon casting silver light against his broad shoulders, his piercing blue eyes burning from the shadows.

He was watching her.

Waiting.

Hunting.

Bella's stomach twisted violently.

Because she had dreamed of this moment.

Had pictured it a thousand different ways.

And yet—

Nothing could have prepared her for the rage in his gaze.

The pure, unrelenting fury.

The hatred.

Bella smirked.

Because she knew.

She had never been his weakness.

She had been his greatest sin.

And now?

Now she would be his ruin.

"Hello, my love," she purred.

"Miss me?"

Dante's snarl shook the ground.

"I should kill you where you stand."

Bella smiled.

"Then do it."

Dante stalked forward, his movements slow, controlled, lethal.

"Not yet."

His eyes burned.

"First, I want to watch you beg."

Bella's heart pounded.

Not with fear.

With anticipation.

Because the war between them?

It had only just begun.