***Scarlett*** I couldn't believe James didn’t turn me away. One minute I was fighting for my life against Evans and his evil pack, and the next I was offered to be taken to a safe haven by James. I met his friend who was also a doctor. I was still trying to process everything as his friend drove through the winding roads, the trees blurring together outside the window. James glanced over at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Hey, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?" I shook my head, trying to clear my head. "No, I'm fine. Just nervous." James nodded and turned back to the road. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering how I had ended up with him. He was so different from Evans, but not as striking as Bryan. Bryan made me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling for him. It was a helpless situation. My feelings have been nurtured into a giant ball of affection since I was a little girl. Because fate wasn't fair, Bryan would end up with another woman. As we drov
***Bryan*** I stormed into the packhouse, my anger simmering just below the surface. I had just received news that Ingrid had been heard slandering Scarlett. The thought of it made my blood boil. I was told that Ingrid called Scarlett a cunning bitch and a daughter of a murderer. Ingrid also said she knew that Scarlett had something to do with the way I had been behaving strangely. Ingrid looked up from her seat, her eyes flashing with defiance. "What's wrong, Bryan? Why are you shouting?" "You know exactly what's wrong," I growled, my fists clenched. "I heard what you've been saying to those who care to listen. You didn’t want Scarlett here when I brought her. Then why are you slandering her even when you all forced her to leave." Ingrid rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You're not going to start this again, are you? I was just telling everyone who she really is. From what my father told me and from what I have witnessed, that woman has caused you so much pain. Why do you want to ke
***Bryan*** I walked through the city streets, my eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of trouble. As the next alpha, I had to be constantly on guard, especially in a city filled with rival packs. Alpha Westby has been forcing lectures on me for weeks. He said if there was anyone not happy about my being alpha, now was the perfect time for them to strike. I just exited the meeting with a client who was interested in selling his business to the Mo pack. Alpha Westby has always wanted to start a brewery business. He got lucky when the owner of a brewery company in Bergen decided to sell because he was leaving the city. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the towering skyscrapers. It looked peaceful, but I didn't let my guard down. I, Max and a few of my others turned a corner, our senses on high alert, then suddenly, we were surrounded. My instinct was right. I had a feeling something was about to happen and it did. Evans stood in front of me, a sneer on his fa
***Bryan***I woke up to the sound of my pack members stirring outside the pack house. I stretched, arching my back and extending my claws, before emerging into the bright sunlight. Unlike other mornings where it was usually quiet and more than half of the pack were usually asleep. This time we were all awake because of something terrible that happened. Adam is missing…As I made my way to the center of the pack house, I noticed a sense of unease in the air. I quickly hoped that nothing bad had happened to him. The pack members were huddled together, whispering among themselves. I approached them, my senses on high alert."Have we got anything on him?" I asked, my voice low and even."Not yet," one of the pack members replied, her voice trembling. "But we have a bad feeling about this. Someone said a dead body was found in town. Jensen and the others have gone to identify the body."My heart skipped a beat as I processed the information. This can't be. Why would anyone hurt Adam? Ad
***Scarlett*** For three days, I watched Evans from afar, studying his movement. The bastard was always surrounded by his pack members, never leaving himself vulnerable. But I was patient, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I recently asked James to send someone he trusts to my pack so I could talk to Sterling. I wanted someone who would be my eyes and ears. This time I wanted my revenge to be felt hard by that ungrateful jerk. Killing Evans was not only the revenge I crave for but if I'm successful, it would be a generous act to the wolf community and mankind as a whole. Crazy jerk. That moment came when Sterling, the beta of my pack, approached me. I've longed for this meeting. He walked in with James to meet me. He hugged me. "Luna, I'm glad you're okay. When we heard you ran off, we were so worried. I searched for you everywhere." "I had to lay low for a while because of Evans." I explained. "That's good since it's the only way you can get him off your back.
***Scarlett***I walked alongside James, my eyes scanning the aisles of the grocery store. We were just picking up a few essentials, but I was grateful for the distraction. My mind has been consumed by thoughts of Bryan lately. That's because James told me the Mo territory has been in a celebratory mode for the past few days. When he told me that, I knew it was about Bryan's wedding and his coronation as the next alpha. As we turned a corner, I caught sight of a familiar figure. Bryan…Talk of the devil. At first, I refused to believe that he was the one. I just assumed that the thought of him had begun to make me hallucinate. How could he just materialize when I was thinking so much of him. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him laughing with Ingrid, his mate to be. I felt a pang of jealousy and heartache. I closed my eyes thinking he would disappear. But he didn't , neither did ingrid. Finally, I accepted that it was Bryan in flesh and blood and not my mind playing tricks on me. He
***Bryan***I stormed out of the grocery store, my heart pounding in my chest, so loud that I could hear it. The anger and hurt I was feeling was driving me crazy. Seeing Scarlett with James was like a punch to the gut. I couldn't believe that all this while that I was thinking she was all alone, she actually wasn't. How can she hang around James like they've known each other forever? I drove to the pack house, ignoring Ingrid throughout the drive. My mind is consumed by thoughts of Scarlett and James together. I couldn't shake the image from my head. The way his arm wrapped around her delicate body. I swallowed. Upon sighting the parking lot, I quickly pulled my car into my packing space and hurried into the house. Ingrid was behind, calling out to me. "Wait! Bryan, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?""Let me be for now. I'll see you later," I said without turning around. I knocked on Lois' door, concern etched on her face when she looked at me. "Bryan, what's wrong?"I
***Scarlett*** I couldn't believe what Sterling had just said to me. "Evans is having a party at the Foss pack house tomorrow night?" I repeated, my mind racing with dozen possibilities. Sterling nodded, his eyes flashed with excitement. "Yes, and it's the perfect opportunity for us to put our plan into action." I felt the rush of adrenaline at the thought of finally taking down Evans. James, who was standing beside me, squeezed my hand in support. I took James gesture kindly. I didn't want be harsh on him despite turning him down frequently as he kept trying to win me over. "We need to make sure everything is in place," I said, hoping our plan is going to turn out well. Sterling nodded. "I've already taken care of incapacitating Evans' men. They'll be unavailable by the time we arrive and I'll send spies to the party." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "And what about Evans?" Sterling smiled. "Leave that to me. I'll make sure he's nice and drunk by the