Bella’s P.O.V.
I sat curled in the corner of the war room, a blanket draped over my shoulders, as the pain settled into a dull, nagging throb in my abdomen. Rose had managed to soothe the worst of it with her healing, but the ache never truly left.
It wasn’t physical. Not entirely.
It was something deeper. A fracture in the bond, a silent warning that Mason was slipping away from me.
Everyone in the room looked exhausted. Tension laced the air. No one spoke for a few moments, but the silence screamed louder than words. Rachel sat near the window, legs crossed tightly, deep in thought. Ryan leaned against the far wall, brooding. Blake and Aiden were hunched over maps, cross-referencing locations where Mason might have been taken.
“We still don’t know where Veronica’s taken him,” Matt s
