Scarlett.
The morning sun streamed through the windows of our café, casting warm shadows across the freshly polished tables. Five years. Sometimes it felt like another lifetime since I’d fled the pack, and other mornings – like today – the memories rose fresh and raw in my mind.
“Your coffee’s getting cold,” Alisha called from behind the counter, her dark hair now streaked with subtle caramel highlights – another small act of rebellion we’d both embraced in the human world. She’d traded her maid’s uniform for chef’s whites, and the confidence in her bearing made her unrecognizable from the timid wolf who’d once served the pack.
I smiled, watching the morning rush of humans queuing up for their breakfast pastries. Our pastries. Who would have thought a former Luna and her maid would end up owning the most popular café in downtown Portland? The irony wasn’t lost on me.
“Just lost in thought,” I replied, but Alisha’s knowing look told me she understood. We both had days when the past crept up on us.
Five Years Earlier
We’d arrived in Portland with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the few hundred dollars Alisha managed to grab during our escape. The city had been overwhelming—the cacophony of human scents, the constant noise, the pressing crowds. We spent our first night huddled in a cheap motel room, jumping at every sound.
“What do we do now, Luna?” Alisha had whispered, her voice trembling. Gone was the brave wolf who’d helped me escape; reality was setting in hard.
“First, Alisha, don’t call me Luna here,” I replied. “Here, nobody knows about wolves. We need to adapt and behave like them. We need to cover our traces of being different.”
She nodded. “What should I call you?”
“Scarlett. Call me by my name.”
She gasped, staring at me. “I can’t be rude.”
“You’re not.” I patted her head.
She stared at me for a while before she gave in. “Okay, Scarlett, what should we do now?”
I stared at our meager resources spread across the bed. “We work. We adapt. We survive.”
And we did. I took a job washing dishes at a diner, while Alisha cleaned offices at night. We shared a tiny studio apartment, sleeping in shifts on a single mattress on the floor. Every penny we earned went into a jar labeled “Future.”
The first year was hell. My hands grew more callused and rough. My back ached from hours of standing, and my wolf, Ray, howled in frustration at being contained in the concrete jungle. But with each paycheck, each small victory, I felt something growing inside me that Dickson had never been able to beat out: pride.
Present Day
“Earth to Scarlett,” Alisha waved a freshly baked croissant under my nose. “Table five needs their order.”
I grabbed the serving tray, expertly weaving between tables. We’d learned the art of baking from YouTube videos, practicing in our tiny kitchen until we’d mastered every recipe. The first time we sold out of pastries, we both cried happy tears.
“Remember when you burned that first batch of cookies?” I teased as I passed her on my way back to the counter.
“Remember when you thought a mixer had to be held the entire time it was running?” she shot back, and we both laughed.
Our café, Sweet Escape (yes, we thought we were clever with the name), had started as a desperate dream. We saved every tip, took business classes at the community college, and practically lived on ramen to make it happen. Now it was our sanctuary, our victory.
The scars from my time in Dickson’s cell had faded to silver lines across my back, but they served as reminders. Never again would I let a man – wolf or human – define my worth. Finn’s rejection had once felt like the end of my world; now it seemed like a gift. Without it, I might never have discovered my own strength.
Ray, once despondent over our lost status, now radiated contentment. We don’t need a pack to be strong, she’d say proudly. We built our own.
And we had. Our little café had become a gathering place for other supernatural beings living in the human world. We never advertised it, but they could sense what we were, just as we could sense them. A vampire who worked night shifts at the hospital was a regular. A pair of fae sisters had a standing order for our lavender scones. We created something uniquely ours.
Nights were still hard sometimes. I’d wake up drenched in sweat, remembering the cold stone of my cell, the pain of losing my baby. Alisha would hear me and make tea, and we’d sit on our balcony watching the city lights, reminding each other that we were free.
“Do you ever regret it?” Alisha asked one evening, as we were closing up. “Leaving everything behind?”
I wiped down the last table, considering her question. “I regret not leaving sooner,” I finally answered. “I regret believing I needed a mate or a pack to be whole.”
She nodded, understanding in her eyes. We’d both been shaped by the pack’s rigid hierarchy, taught that our worth came from our service to others. Breaking free of those chains had been harder than breaking out of my cell.
The register dinged as she counted out the day’s earnings, marking another successful day. Looking out the window, I saw the sunset painting the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks. Somewhere out there, Dickson was probably still hunting for his runaway Luna, and Finn might occasionally wonder about his rejected mate. But their troubles couldn't reach us here, in the life we had built from nothing.
I touched the small key hanging around my neck— the one to our café, not a mate mark or pack symbol. This was real power: the kind you built yourself, the kind no one could take away.
“Ready to head home?” Alisha asked, holding up our deposit bag.
“Home,” I echoed, letting the word fill me with warmth. Not a pack house or a prison cell, but the cozy apartment we’d decorated ourselves, where no one could give us orders or question our choices.
As we locked up and walked down the street, I felt Ray stretch contentedly within me. We did it, she purred. We really did it.
Yes, we had. And any wolf who thought they could drag us back to that old life would learn just how strong we’d become. I wasn’t that broken Luna anymore, and I never would be again.
FinnI was barely sixteen when I found my mother’s body in our pack house, her throat torn out, my father kneeling beside her in a pool of blood. The evidence planted by Alpha Alaric—Scarlett’s father— was meticulous. Witness testimonies, my father’s supposed motive, even his rage were all twisted into a perfect lie that convinced some of our own pack.My father, former Alpha Marcus Foster, was executed for a crime he didn’t commit. I watched him die with his head held high, his last words to me: “Truth will prevail, son. But patience before vengeance.”I didn’t listen.At seventeen, I became the youngest alpha in our territory’s history, rebuilding a pack shattered by scandal. I changed our name from the Steel Pack to the Crescent Pack, erasing history to escape shame. Loyal ones stayed, but we were shadows of our former strength.For ten years, I restored what Alaric had destroyed. Every alliance was crafted carefully, every business deal planned meticulously. Our pack’s influence g
Finn“Are you sure you don’t want to know anything about her?” His voice trailed after me as I walked back into the pack house. I didn’t answer.“Alpha,” I heard his voice in my head. What kind of nagging wolf was David? Why couldn’t he just let me be? With my alpha speed, I rushed to my office.‘I think we need to listen to him,’ my wolf said.‘Storm, are you thinking of living happily with her when you know her father was the one who destroyed our once-happy home?’ I yelled. ‘Tell me.’ My anger was evident as I trembled. ‘You’re right, I should have killed her to save myself from this stress.’‘Finn, I didn’t mean it.’‘You know how hard we worked to rebuild everything from nothing. The endless training, hiding from everyone’s eyes just to get where we are today. I refuse to show weakness now.’ I clenched my fists. ‘Yes, I still feel something for her, but how could I make her my Luna? How could I face her every day, looking into eyes that remind me of the murderer who slaughtered m
FinnMonths passed by quickly. I buried myself in pack work, desperately trying to keep my thoughts from wandering to her.Today had been particularly exhausting. After working through the night, I was reviewing documents when my Beta approached my desk.“Alpha,” he said quietly.“Do you need something?” I looked up from the stack of papers.“I need to step out for a moment,” he replied. “I’ll be back soon.”“Make it fast. We still have a lot to get through.”“Yes, sir.” After he left, I returned to my work, the mountain of paperwork seeming endless.‘Time to bring in the third in command,’ I thought to myself, rubbing my temples.I was still working when Daniel burst into my office. I stood immediately, my wolf on high alert.“What is wrong?” I asked with a growl.“Alpha, there’s something you need to know.”“Are we under attack?”“No, not that.” Daniel hesitated. “It’s about your mate.”My eyebrows drew together in anger. I had explicitly warned him never to mention her again.“What
FinnThe reports landed on my desk with a dull thud, another stack of dead ends in my endless search. Five years of following every lead, every whisper, every trace of her scent – and still nothing. I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the familiar ache of failure, when quick footsteps approached my office.A sharp knock, then one of my trackers burst in, his eyes bright with urgency. "Alpha, I have information about the Luna."My pen clattered to the desk as I shot to my feet, heart hammering against my ribs. "Where?""In the human realm," he replied, and suddenly everything made sense – why our best trackers had failed, why her scent had vanished so completely.“What! Are you sure?”"Yes, sir. Got that information directly from John.""Where can I find him?""He's waiting at the human portal entrance."“Thank you.”I was halfway to the door when my Beta's voice cut through the corridor. "Alpha, where are you going?""To the human realm," I called back, not breaking stride. "They'
ScarlettMy hands shook as I locked Sweet Escape’s door, the key scraping against the lock three times before I finally managed to turn it. Finn’s scent still lingered in the air – pine and smoke and everything I’d tried so hard to forget. Ray whimpered inside me, already mourning his departure all over again.The street lights cast long shadows as I hurried away from the café, my heels clicking against the pavement in an uneven rhythm. Every shadow made me flinch, every rustle of leaves had me looking over my shoulder. After five years of careful anonymity, I felt exposed, raw, as if Finn’s appearance had stripped away all my carefully constructed defenses.“Scarlett!”I nearly jumped out of my skin before recognizing Alisha’s voice. She jogged toward me, her usual smile fading as she caught sight of my face. “I was just coming to meet you. Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“In a way, I have.” My voice sounded strange even to my own ears - hollow, distant. “We need to
ScarlettAutumn faded into winter, and Sweet Escape continued to flourish despite my lingering fears. Each morning, I’d pause before unlocking the café doors, half-expecting to see Finn’s silhouette through the glass, but he kept his word. He didn’t return.Life returned to its usual routine – the hustle of morning commuters in need of their coffee, the calm of afternoon regulars working on their laptops, and the contentment of tallying up the day’s profits.Sometimes, I could almost convince myself that his visit had been nothing more than a dream, if not for the way Ray still stirred restlessly on quiet evenings, searching for a scent that was no longer there.“You know,” Alisha said one morning as we prepped for opening, her hands expertly weaving through the morning pastry routine we’d perfected over the years, “I was worried you’d want to run again after he showed up. But staying? That was the right call.”“Running once was survival. Staying is something else entirely.”“Somethin
Scarlett“Alpha Dickson isn’t someone who gives up easily,” Alisha said, her fingers nervously tapping against her coffee mug.I lifted my gaze to meet hers. “What exactly are you trying to say?”“The letter, Scarlett.” Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “You know what he’s capable of.”“So what would you have me do?” Heat crept into my voice. “Crawl back to that hell? Let him treat me like his property again?”“God, no!” Alisha’s eyes widened in horror. “That’s not what I meant at all. I’m just worried he might track you down here.”I straightened my shoulders, feeling the new strength that coursed through my veins. “Let him try. I’m not the same weak wolf he knew. Peter’s training has made sure of that.” The letter from Dickson still burned in my memory, though I couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to have it delivered. One thing was certain – I’d rather die than return to his pack, to the nightmare I’d escaped.“My life belongs to me now,” I declared. “No one else gets to de
ScarlettMy blood turned to ice in my veins. Dickson’s grip tightened around my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asked, his voice a silky whisper that carried more menace than any shout. “That you could just walk away from what’s mine?”I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip was like iron. “I’m not yours,” I spat, summoning every ounce of contempt I could muster. “I was never yours.”His laugh was cold, devoid of any warmth. “Look at you, playing human in this pathetic little town. Running a coffee shop, training with that broken excuse for a warrior.” His eyes glinted dangerously. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about him?”My heart skipped a beat. Peter. How long had Dickson been watching me?“You’ve been busy, Luna,” he continued, stepping closer until I could feel his breath on my face. “Making friends, building a life, pretending you’re free.” His free hand came up to brush my cheek, and I jerked aw