Chapter 215: The First Peace

The days passed quietly.

For the first time in a long time, there were no wars.

No battles.

No running.

Bella spent the mornings in the training fields, running drills with the pack warriors, feeling herself grow stronger, steadier, more sure of her place.

Dante spent his days leading White Moon, the pack thriving under his reign, the wolves more unified than they had been in years.

And at night?

At night, Dante reminded her over and over again that she was his.

That she had always been his.

And Bella?

She finally let herself believe it.

Finally let herself be happy.

And for a while, it was enough.

For a while, they were at peace.

But peace never lasted forever.

And neither did Bella's ghosts.