105 | SUN TO MY MOON

Scarlett’s POV

It was the only thing I could think to do, the only made sense amidst the fog of confusion that had swirled around me for weeks on end. Getting away from Alpha Ryker had only served to add to that confusion and, once the dust of the day’s escapades were starting to settle, I realised what the outlier was.

Weirdly, it wasn’t Bennett.

Weirdly, it wasn’t the fact I’d blindly trusted him and followed this rag-tag bunch out of Desert Oak, my supposed home.

Weirdly, it wasn’t my elemental power or the too-cold manacles I once again wore.

It wasn’t Priestley’s admission of romantic feelings or the spliced werewolves I’d seen or even the damned giant that had chased us.

It was Alpha Enzo. He was what didn’t make sense to me. And a mate should always make sense, shouldn’t they? He was the supposed other half of my soul, the other side to my coin, the light to my dark; he was supposed to be every beautiful ever said about two people in love, and therein lay the problem.

We weren