Chapter 219: The First Ambush
They found the first clue the next night.
A lone wolf, moving too carefully, his scent laced with something foreign, something not quite right.
Bella and Dante tracked him through the forest, their movements silent, lethal.
The moment the wolf sensed them, he ran.
Bella's muscles coiled.
"Dante—"
"I know."
Then—
They moved.
Dante was faster.
Stronger.
He tackled the rogue to the ground, snarling, his canines bared.
"Who sent you?"
The rogue laughed.
A low, twisted, wrong sound.
"You think you're hunting us, Alpha?"
His bloodied lips curled.
"We've been hunting you."
Then—
The shadows moved.
Dozens of them.
Wolves.
Not White Moon.
Not rogues.
Something else.
"Dante—" Bella's stomach twisted.
Because this wasn't just an ambush.
This was a trap.
And now?
They were surrounded.