Chapter 35 Alliances Of Darkness - II

• “Wait,” the leader called out. “What’s your name?”
• “Bella,” she said over her shoulder, throwing a final glance back. “Bella Moon.”
• The woman’s narrowed eyes remained fixed on Bella, tension visible even in her straight, rigid posture. Her lean frame, marked with scars and hardened by the wild, stayed still like a predator in wait. Beside her, the leader—a broad-shouldered man with a scruffy beard and unruly hair—crossed his arms and studied Bella with an intrigued gleam in his eyes.