Bella's POVThe snap of the branch faded into silence.We both went rigid. Jesse's gaze darted toward the dark treeline, then back to me, and I caught her expression shift into something complicated — a flicker that wasn't quite fear and wasn't quite guilt, gone before I could fully read it.My two guards had already repositioned. I heard, rather than saw, them slip deeper into the trees, their footfalls swallowed by the brush.My wolf hadn't stopped trembling.It wasn't the sharp, alert shudder of a predator sensing danger. It ran deeper than that — the kind of tremor that comes from recognizing something old and wrong, the way animals freeze before a storm that hasn't yet appeared overhead.That name, she kept repeating. That name, that name, that name."Jesse," I said quietly, my eyes still locked on the trees. "Was that someone of yours?""I came alone," she said. Her voice held steady, though her hands didn't. "I swear I came alone."I studied her for a long three seconds. My wol
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