The days passed in silence.
The pack watched her.
Waited for her to fail.
To slip.
To prove she was still a monster.
Bella felt their stares.
Felt their unease.
Felt the way they still saw her as an outsider, a threat, something they feared.
Dante didn't speak about it.
Didn't force her to prove herself.
Didn't act like anything had changed.
Because to him, nothing had.
She was still his mate.
Still his Luna.
But Bella knew better.
She had to earn this.
Had to fight for this.
And for the first time in a long time—
She wanted to.
Because White Moon had been her home once.
And if Dante was willing to fight for her—
Then she would fight for it, too.
Even if it killed her.