Stella's heart pounded violently in her chest, the rage and grief swirling together into a storm of uncontrollable fury. Her mother was gone. Rose had sacrificed her life to save her, but now, standing in front of William and his bloodthirsty pack, the reality of the situation sank in. She was alone, and her strength was failing fast.
She could barely keep her hands steady as she clutched her fists, summoning every last bit of energy she had left. The air around her was thick with tension as William took a slow, measured step forward, his cruel smile widening as he watched Stella struggle to stand.
"You look tired, Stella," William taunted, his voice low and menacing. "Why don't you just give up? It's inevitable. You're weak, and there's no one left to help you."
