THIRD PERSON
The news that Henry is dead spread like wildfire.
It's unforgiving.
It's final.
He is dead and gone, killed at Elara's and Scavia's Pack.
His lover Bella doesn’t take it well.
She doesn’t take it at all!
The moment the words reach her ears, something inside her fractures beyond repair.
“No…” she whispers at first.
Then louder.
“No!”
Her voice echoes through the halls of the pack house, raw and broken, her hands trembling as she staggers back.
“He can’t be dead… he can’t be—”
But no one answers.
No one dares.
Because everyone knows... it’s true.
Bella’s breathing turns erratic as she clutches her head, pacing wildly, her thoughts spiraling out of control.
“He promised…” she mutters. “He said he’d come back… he said—”
Her voice cracks into a sharp, hysterical
