Bella’s P.O.V.
The war room pulsed with tension. The kind that wrapped around your chest and wouldn’t let go.
The air was heavy—thick with suspicion, pain, and panic. The table in the center of the room, which had once hosted strategy sessions for minor skirmishes and land disputes, now held the future of someone we all loved. And maybe… someone we were beginning to question.
“We can’t just walk in there,” Aiden said, arms folded tightly. “If Veronica has him under some kind of spell or potion, barging in guns blazing won’t help.”
“I say we do just that,” Ryan cut in. “Storm the damn suite. If he’s there by choice, he deserves to answer for it. If he’s not—we get him out.”
Rachel’s expression darkened. “You really think Mason would choose this? Choose her?”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “I’m
