Elena POV:
The next morning.
I walked toward the VIP wing. The door to Room 302 was ajar.
I heard a man's laughter.
I slowed down, masking my scent-a skill that came too easily to me now.
I peeked inside. Dante was gone. Sitting on Sofia's bed was Enzo, the Rogue Warlord.
He was stroking her hand.
"You played him perfectly, babe," Enzo chuckled. "The crash was a nice touch."
Sofia giggled. "He's such a fool. The pheromone blockers I slip in his coffee make him docile as a pup. I tell him the sky is green, and he asks what shade."
So that was it. Not just magic, but chemistry.
"And the wife?" Enzo asked.
"Elena? She's a doormat. Waiting to die."
Rage. Cold, white rage.
I kicked the door open.
Enzo jumped up. He vaulted out the window before I could blink. He knew better than to fight in a pack hospital.
Sofia looked at me, pale then smug. "You heard? Who's going to believe you? You have no proof."
"You are selling our pack out," I said.
"I'm securing my future. Look at you. You're nothing."
She leaned forward. "He told me he wishes you would disappear."
I stepped forward and slapped her. Smack!
"You bitch!" she shrieked, throwing herself off the bed. "Help! Dante! She's killing me!"
Dante burst in.
He saw Sofia on the floor. He saw me standing over her. His nose was clogged with the lingering scent of Enzo, but the drugs in his system twisted the input. He smelled a threat, and his brain labeled it 'Elena'.
He shoved me. Hard.
I flew backward, my head slamming into the concrete wall. Crack.
Blood trickled down my neck.
"Get out!" Dante roared, cradling Sofia. "You attacked an injured woman? Get out of my sight!"
I touched the blood.
"Okay," I said. My voice echoed slightly, layered with power.
"I said get out!"
"I will," I whispered. "I reject you, Dante Moretti."
He didn't hear me.
I walked out to the parking lot. Isabella's silver sedan was waiting.
"Drive," I said. "Drive until the ocean stops us."
I had one hour.
I walked into the master bedroom. I took a black garbage bag.
Silk dresses. Trash.
Heels. Trash.
Lingerie. Trash.
I pulled the wedding portrait off the wall and smashed the frame. I tossed the canvas into the fireplace and doused it with lighter fluid.
Flick.
The fire roared.
I pulled off my ring. Eternal Loyalty.
I dropped it into the flames.
My phone buzzed. A video from Sofia.
Dante asleep in the chair. Sofia wearing a massive diamond ring.
Caption: The true Luna rises.
I felt nothing. Just silence.
"Giovanni!" I called out.
The butler appeared. "Luna! The fire!"
"I'm cleaning, Giovanni. Dante Moretti's ghost lives here. I'm exorcising him."
I picked up my purse. Passport, new ID, burner phone.
"Where are you going?" he stammered.
"Never," I said.
I drank a vial of Wolfsbane and sage extract to mask my scent.
I walked out.
I got into Isabella's car.
"Airport?"
"San Francisco."
The storm clouds broke. For the first time in three years, I saw the sun.
