Scarlett’s POVIt had all seemed so simple to begin with. I guessed that things were, when I didn’t know if I’d manage to escape. There was no room for self-doubt when every day was an act of rebellion and survival. Now that I had broken free, my emotions – emotions I’d crushed down and tried to ignore before – were getting in the way.Maybe the problem was that I’d made the plan too simple. There had been, at most, two words per point: run away, find job, get apartment. Beyond that, I’d known that I wanted to fly to Canada as soon as I could afford it to be with Alpha Enzo. But that was all. There had been no headings, no sub-headings, no bullet points to expand upon the details. Since leaving Ayers Rock, I’d not seen any sign of Ryker or his cronies following me. Adelaide was a big city, and I not only had a new name now but also new hair. I’d chopped it down to shoulder length, crying all the while, and then bleached it and box dyed it to a warm shade of honey. It wasn’t me; I did
Enzo’s POVMy shoes squeaked against the linoleum floor as I paced. Squeak, squeak, squeak. It was doing my head in.“She’ll be back soon, sweeatheart,” Mum cooed from Dad’s bedside, her hands twined with his. Her voice was infused with only a little of its usual honey.“I know.” I dragged my hands through my hair. I turned around. Squeak, squeak, squeak. “But I also know that she won’t have anything new to tell us. It’s been the same every day.”Mum sighed. “You’re probably right. That doesn’t mean we should give up hope, though–”“Hope?” I scoffed. “Hope’s all that’s been holding me together for weeks. I can’t keep the fire burning on my own for much longer. I need something good to happen. Just one damned thing. Is that too much to ask?”Another sigh. “This is about Scarlett, isn’t it?” At my nod, her mouth twisted. “I know it’s hard.”I wanted to argue with her, to scream until I was blue in the face that of course she didn’t, but how could I when her mate was still and pale in th
Scarlett’s POVI was human. In every way that counted, I was beautifully, intricately human – as unique as everyone I met and yet, deep down, exactly the same. I didn’t stand out here. I was just another one of them.And it was incredible.I grinned to myself as I left my night class, music pounding in my earbuds and making me strut in time with the beat. I was taking three classes, now – art history, literature, and watercolour painting, just for fun. There were more I wanted to take, so many things I wanted to learn, and even with that yearning for knowledge opening up an endless chasm inside of me, I felt more fulfilled than I ever had before.I’d never wanted to be a Warrior Wolf. I’d always been clumsy with my hands and too academic to pledge myself to Alpha Ryker’s cause without questioning it. Then the dazzling ideal of it had faded pretty damn quick after my pack – my so-called family – had turned on me. That had always been the one part of it that seemed nice, idyllic even: t
Enzo’s POVI bit down on the end of my pen, nibbling at it as I stared down at the sprawling sentences half-written on the page. Scar, Scarlett, my Scar, darling, my love, beloved – I’d crossed them all out, one after the other. I didn’t deserve to call her any of them, not even her beautiful name. I’d forsaken her. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I wrote, and crossed that out, too. I’m sorry. I scribbled over my apology. It was too weak a sentiment for what I felt, and it didn’t encompass all the ways I ached to make it up to her when I finally returned to her side.We made a discovery, I tried instead. I stared down at the words for a second, the ink drying under the yellow lamplight, and nodded at them. Facts didn’t ask for anything in return. They were just statements of truth. Putting the nib of my pen onto the paper again, I carried on writing.I thought my parents had taken you. Then I thought it was the rogues, the same ones who had taken my parents. But it wasn’t – becaus
Scarlett’s POVDistantly, I knew that my body ached. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I could barely breathe, that my lungs strained to suck in air that my pumping muscles desperately needed. My feet slapped the pavement so hard that the shockwaves thudded up to my knees. But my own body was background noise in the wake of what I’d done.What the fuck had I done? I’d always despised monsters. Alpha Ryker especially. In books, I’d always struggled to sympathise with the villain unless they had a damn good redemption arc. And now I’d become the very thing I hated. Even as I sprinted I kept my hands curled up in my jacket pockets, the denim scrubbing my knuckles raw. The streets of Adelaide rushed past me in a blur. Water rushed under the bridge; I turned sharply and followed it, with no idea where I was running to. I just had to get away from where I’d been. I didn’t even recognise this part of the city.Flashes of memory assaulted me. The crunch of broken bone. The pooling blood.
Enzo’s POVIt was crazy. I knew that, Marla and Davin knew that, even the bloody trees knew that. But I was too damn desperate to care. So I copied down the address, noting with a spike of something that the address was in Adelaide. It was a spike of curiosity, maybe, or perhaps it was the slight rub of annoyance and gratification that it was, of course, an Australian city, the exact place I’d been convinced Scar was for so long.We’d been searching fruitlessly for months. Every lead came back with dead end after dead end. And, because the address ended with the word Australia, I was suddenly sure that the strange man on the other end of the phone did really know where I could find my mate.“Hang on,” said Marla, frowning at me. “Tell me what he said again? Exactly.”“I can’t remember exactly. The whole thing was so weird, Marls.”“Well, get as close as you can.”I sighed and leant back in my office chair. It creaked as my weight shifted, another quiet noise to add to the growing symp
Scarlett’s POV“I’m sorry,” I said again, starting to back away, “you have the wrong person.” My natural instinct was to raise my hands, to protect myself, but God only knew what would happen if I did that. A shudder wracked through me at the imagined sound of a truck’s brakes screaming and the wet thump of a body hitting – I bit my lip. I couldn’t. I’d get emotional, and the last time I’d got emotional I’d – This was hopeless.“I never have the wrong person,” said the man, and then he extended a long-fingered hand towards me. “Scarlett Woodrush, am I correct? Although you haven’t used that name in some time now, have you, Lilac?” His upper lip twitched again.The blood left my face in a rush. “That’s not–”“Right,” he finished for me. One eyebrow arched; his lip twitched again. “Next you’ll say, ‘I’m sorry, but you’re wrong.’ Well, you would have, if I hadn’t told you.”I started backing away in earnest now. “Watch out.”“Watch out for what?” I snapped – just as I tripped over a t
Enzo’s POVI twisted around on the spot, staring up – and up and up and up – at the buildings stretching into the night sky. It didn’t look real to me, all the office lights still on and the workers scurrying around, still answering emails and phone calls and tap-tap-tapping down the halls in high heels and dress shoes. This was a world I knew of, but didn’t know.And it was where I’d find Scarlett. Apparently. That seemed almost as strange to me as the place I was in.“Can you see her here?” I asked Marla, turning to her with one eyebrow raised. “What would she even be doing? Has this guy, whoever he is, got her held hostage here against her will? Or did she choose to come here?” That thought made my heart pinch, so I tried to shove away imagined images of her making the choice to live here rather than coming home to me.“She’s your mate.” Marla laid a hand on my arm. “No matter what, she would have chosen you if she could. Now, come on. He said this date and this time, right?”“Yeah