Chapter 172: The Hunt Begins
Bella should have known he would never let her go.
She had walked away.
Had forced herself to leave White Moon behind.
To leave him behind.
But she felt it.
The weight of his presence.
The whisper of his name, still burned into her skin.
The way the mate bond—**shattered, broken, buried—**still ached somewhere deep inside her chest.
Dante wasn't chasing her yet.
But he would.
She knew him.
Knew what he was capable of.
Knew that letting her leave had been a trap.
That he was letting her think she had a choice.
That he was giving her one last chance to come back willingly.
But when she didn't?
When she ran?
Dante would come for her.
And this time—
She wasn't sure if she wanted to fight him off.