235: Not a dream

SCARLETT

I blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

It had to be a dream, I must've drifted asleep without noticing it, and that sound was nothing but a vivid echo from my dream. All I had to do was pinch myself hard enough to wake up fu—

“Oh my god!” I shrieked, cut off when I heard a much louder and closer explosion.

It’s not a fucking dream, Scarlett, get your ass up and get out of this house, My wolf cautioned when I remained glued to the bed.

I stayed put for a while, too grief-stricken to move a muscle. But the moment I heard heavy grunting downstairs, I jumped out of bed and threw on the first thing I could find before rushing out of my room.

The only reason I found that energy was because I sensed that those grunts belonged to the Vaughn brothers and I couldn't just sit back without knowing if they were okay, it didn't matter whether I was grieving or thriving.

“Scarlett, go back inside!” Logan yelled as soon as I reached the stairway.

I paused in my tracks, taken aback by the rogue