Chapter 185: The Ghosts of Her Past
The scent of war was thick in the air.
Bella stood at the edge of the packhouse, her golden-brown eyes locked on the distant treeline.
She could feel it.
The weight of their arrival.
The Indiana Pack.
Her past.
Her sins.
And now?
They were here to collect.
A soft wind blew through the clearing, whispers of violence carried on the air.
The pack behind her was silent.
Waiting.
Watching.
Because they didn't just expect Dante to lead them into battle.
They expected her to prove herself.
To prove that she was still worthy of standing beside him.
That she was still Luna.
Bella exhaled slowly, her pulse steady, her shoulders squared.
She had left.
Had turned her back on this life.
But now?
Now she was ready to fight for it.
And when Indiana Pack came for her—they would regret it.
Because Bella Santos had never been a queen meant for peace.
She had always been a warrior.
And tonight—she would remind them.