Bella’s P.O.V.
Time had begun to blur.
In the war room of Matt’s pack house, I sat with my knees drawn to my chest on one of the plush armchairs tucked in the corner. The monitors blinked quietly, waiting for coordinates that wouldn’t come. The screensaver’s soft hum felt louder than the silence between us all.
Matt, Rose, Aiden, and Ryan occupied different corners of the room, each of them either staring at their phones, checking the scout channels, or simply—like me—sitting in a suffocating quiet.
It had been hours since Rachel and Blake left.
And every passing minute gnawed at me.
I could feel the bond to Mason weakening again—not as sharp as before, but lingering like smoke after a wildfire. It scared me more than the pain had. Because this was numbness. This was absence.
I miss
