We should wipe them out before they get too close."
Chase's voice was cold, sharp, ruthless.
Bella had seen him fight before.
Had seen the way his wolf thrived in war, in blood, in violence.
And under normal circumstances?
She would agree.
Kill first. No mercy.
But this wasn't just about Indiana Pack.
This was about her.
"No," Bella murmured, her gaze still locked on the treeline.
Chase frowned.
"No?"
Dante's head tilted slightly, watching her with unreadable eyes.
Bella exhaled slowly.
"Let them come."
Silence.
Then—
"Are you insane?" Sage stepped forward, her golden eyes burning with frustration. "You know what they want, Bella. You."
Bella's lips curled.
"Then let them try to take me."
Dante didn't speak.
Didn't move.
But Bella felt his gaze, felt the tension rolling off him like a storm.
Because they both knew—
This wasn't just about proving herself to the pack.
This was about finishing what she started.
And Bella had never been one to leave things unfinished.