Bella’s voice trembled as she continued, her face streaked with tears. The room was silent, everyone frozen as they listened, captivated and horrified.
"Even though my wolf was powerless against him," Bella began, "what my father didn’t know, what no one knew, was about my abilities and my dispell poems."
"A rage unlike anything I’d ever felt before consumed me," Bella admitted, her voice tightening.
"The memories of everything he did, everything he threatened to do, to me, and worst of all, to my newborn Aria, rushed through me like a flood. It was like every ounce of anger, fear, and grief I’d ever suppressed came boiling to the surface. And I... I snapped."
She wiped her tears, but they continued to fall freely. Asher reached for her, pulling her close, but she gently pushed forwar
