Chapter 184: The Consequences of Her Absence

Bella knew there would be consequences.

She had left.

Had built an empire of rogues.

Had spent years tearing down the packs that had turned on her.

And now?

That past was coming for her.

She saw it in the way Chase and Sage whispered in the war room, the way patrols were doubled, the way the air inside White Moon was thick with tension.

Something was coming.

Someone was coming.

Bella stood outside the packhouse, watching the horizon, the dark storm clouds rolling in.

She wasn't stupid.

She knew how this worked.

She had spent three years playing this game.

And now the game was playing her.

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

Dante's voice was low, rough, unreadable.

Bella didn't turn.

"Who is it?"

Dante exhaled slowly.

"Indiana Pack."

Bella's stomach twisted violently.

She had burned them.

Had slaughtered their warriors, taken their land, left them broken.

And now?

Now they were coming for revenge.

For her.

For both of them.

"They want your blood," Dante murmured, stepping beside her, his presence solid, unyielding.

Bella's lips curled into a slow, cold smile.

"Then they can try to take it."

Because she wasn't running this time.

She wasn't hiding.

She was ready.

And when they came for her—

She would remind them why they had feared her in the first place.