Dante had never moved this fast in his life.
His body was still wrecked from the Hollow One's attack.
His ribs burned.
His muscles screamed.
But he didn't care.
Didn't stop.
Couldn't stop.
Not when Bella was slipping away.
"We don't even know where she is."
Chase was running beside him, his voice sharp, frustrated, but Dante didn't answer.
Didn't need to.
Because he felt her.
Felt her slipping further.
Felt the mate bond—**severed, shattered—**still whispering her name in the back of his mind.
She was still alive.
But not for long.
"She's in the ruins," Dante said, his voice dark, furious, absolute.
Sage swore under her breath.
"Dante—"
"Move."
He didn't wait.
Didn't hesitate.
Because the second he reached her—
He was going to tear her out of the Hollow One's grip with his bare hands.
Even if it killed him.