Bella’s POV

The fire still haunted her dreams.

Every night since the Grove, Bella woke gasping, her skin slick with sweat, the echo of golden light flashing behind her eyes. She could still hear the crack of trees splitting, still feel the earth trembling beneath her feet — and the voice that had whispered through the chaos.

“You are the bridge, not the end.”

She didn’t know what it meant. But she could feel its truth in every heartbeat.

Now, as dawn filtered through the windows ...