The clearing erupted into chaos.
Wolves clashed.
Blood painted the ground.
And Bella?
Bella fought like she was born for this.
She took down the first attacker fast, brutal, merciless.
The second fell just as easily.
But then—
A new scent hit her.
One that made her freeze.
She turned—just in time to see Lilia standing at the edge of the battlefield, watching. Waiting.
"Sister," Lilia murmured.
And then—she ran.
Bella's pulse roared.
"DANTE!"
But Dante was already fighting off two warriors at once, blood dripping from his side.
He met her gaze—understood.
"Go."
And Bella did.
Because this wasn't just about the war.
This was about ending it.
And the only way to do that?
Was to end Lilia first.