The battle was over.
The war was won.
Bella stood at the center of the wreckage, her body still vibrating with adrenaline, with violence, with power.
She turned—**slowly, carefully—**facing the wolves of White Moon.
They had seen.
Had watched.
Had witnessed the Luna they thought they had lost step back into the role she was always meant to claim.
And one by one—they bowed.
Bella's throat tightened.
Because she had spent years believing she would never belong here again.
But now?
Now she knew.
This was her place.
Her pack.
Her home.
Dante stepped beside her, his fingers brushing hers, his blue eyes filled with something she had no words for.
"You never had to prove yourself to me."
His voice was soft, raw.
"But now they see what I've always known."
Bella exhaled shakily.
Because it was over.
Finally.
Completely.
She was home.
And this time?
She was never leaving again.