By the time Bella and Dante returned to White Moon, the scent of smoke was already in the air.
The gates were open.
The warriors were on edge.
And in the center of the clearing—
A woman stood waiting.
Tall.
Elegant.
Dressed in black.
Golden eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something terrifying, something Bella hadn't seen in years.
"Hello, sister."
Bella's chest seized.
Because the woman in front of her—the woman who should have died three years ago, the woman whose blood should still be in the ashes of Bella's last war—
Was alive.
And she was smiling.
"Did you miss me?"