Scarlett's POVWithout a moment's hesitation, the men rushed toward us, their weapons raised high. I pushed Freda behind me, shielding her as best I could. As they closed in, their menacing expressions sending shivers down my spine, I knew we had to fight back."Stay behind me, Freda!" I shouted, my voice filled with urgency. "We won't let them harm us!"In that moment, my instincts took over. I lunged forward, my body moving with a speed and agility I didn't know I possessed. I dodged the swinging weapons, narrowly avoiding their deadly strikes. I could hear the clashing of metal, the grunts of effort from both sides."Is that all you've got?" I spat, my voice dripping with defiance.I engaged in a fierce battle, my body fueled by a mix of fear and determination. I parried their attacks with precise movements, countering with my own strikes. I fought with every ounce of strength I had, knowing that our lives depended on it.In the midst of the chaos, I saw one of the men lunging at F
Scarlett’s POVMy heart races as I stand before the locked door, the weight of uncertainty heavy on my shoulders. The silence that envelops the healer's sanctuary is unsettling, fueling my growing concern for both Freda's safety and the whereabouts of the healer herself. With each passing moment, my worry deepens, urging me to take action.A flicker of movement catches my eye, drawing my attention to the far end of the room. There, at the extreme corner, lies a figure—a faint silhouette against the dim light filtering through the narrow windows. Without a second thought, I dash toward the mysterious figure, my footsteps quick and determined.As I reach the wounded figure, my breath catches in my throat. It's the healer, her body covered in blood-soaked garments, wounds marring her once vibrant complexion. The sight sends a chill down my spine, and I kneel beside the injured woman, my hands trembling with a mix of fear and urgency.My hands shake as I kneel beside the wounded healer, m
Scarlett’s POVThe soldier took a big breath and looked at me with kind eyes. He said, "When Freda and her group were leaving, they had a lot of trouble with the enemy. Something exploded, and she got very hurt. The doctors are doing their best, but it's a really serious situation."I tried to understand what he was saying, but it was hard. Freda, my best friend, was fighting to stay alive. I felt tears coming, but I didn't want to cry. I had to be strong for her and for our group."What are the chances that she'll get better?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Will she be okay?"The soldier looked sad and sorry when he answered, "It's hard to know for sure. Her injuries are really bad, and she's in critical condition. The doctors are trying their hardest, but they told us it's uncertain if she'll survive."I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "What can I do to help?" I asked, speaking softly.The soldier looked at me with determination and said gently, "Right now, the best thing you
Scarlett’s POVMy heart leaped with joy as I heard the faint voice calling my name from behind. I turned around, my eyes widening in disbelief and overwhelming happiness. It was Freda—finally awake! Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed towards her, a radiant smile lighting up my face."FREDA!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with a mix of relief and elation. I embraced my friend tightly, savoring the warmth and presence I had missed so dearly. "You're awake! Oh, I can't believe it!"Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I held onto Freda tightly. The weight of uncertainty and fear that had burdened me over the past few days seemed to evaporate in an instant. The soldier stood nearby, their expression mirroring my joy.Freda's voice was weak but filled with gratitude. "Scarlett, I... I can't believe it either. I'm so glad to see you."I pulled back slightly, my hands still grasping Freda's shoulders. I looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of lingering pain or we
Scarlett’s POVFreda looked at the soldier and spoke in a serious and urgent tone. "Soldier, we need to search for the elders," I said, looking at them tiredly. "We can't leave any place unsearched. Get as many soldiers as you can and send them in different directions. The elders might have wandered off or gotten hurt during the chaos. We have to find them and bring them back safely."The soldier nodded, looking serious and determined. They said, "I understand, Scarlett. We will organize search groups and look everywhere around here. It might take a long time, but we will bring the elders back."Freda's voice was weak, but she spoke with determination. "And be careful," she added, looking concerned. "The enemy might still be around. We can't let anything bad happen to the elders. Make sure the soldiers are ready for anything."As Freda spoke confidently, I turned to the soldier in charge, realizing the important task ahead of us. I walked over to them with determination, focusing on t
Scarlett’s POVFreda appeared taken aback and concerned upon hearing my words. Her eyes widened, and she inquired, "What do you mean, something remarkable happened?" She seemed skeptical of what I had just revealed.I nodded slowly, feeling my heart race. I spoke in a hushed tone, "Yes, Freda. When Ethan struck you, I thought... I believed you were dead. In that moment, I experienced immense pain and anger. It overwhelmed me, and suddenly, a part of me I had never known existed emerged."Freda took a step back, her expression a mix of astonishment and fear. She uttered, "But you're a human. How did you become a creature like a werewolf?" Her voice trembled slightly. "How is this even possible, Scarlett?"I let out a deep sigh, finally sharing my secret and feeling a sense of relief. "I don't know, Freda. I have spent a significant amount of time trying to comprehend it myself. Perhaps there's some ancient power within me that awakened when I thought I had lost you. All I know is that
Scarlett’s POV Freda's eyes locked with mine, her gaze unwavering despite her weakened state. "Promise me, Scarlett, that no matter what happens to me, even if I don't make it through this, you will make sure the pack is safe. You will protect them and lead them with strength and wisdom," she implored. My heart sank at her words, and I immediately shook my head in denial. "No, Freda," I interrupted, my voice filled with determination. "You're going to be fine. You're going to recover and be back on your feet in no time. I won't let anything happen to you." Freda's eyes softened with understanding, but she persisted, her voice barely a whisper. "Scarlett, I appreciate your optimism, but we must face the reality of the situation. Promise me that you'll be there for the pack, no matter what. Promise me, Scarlett." Tears welled up in my eyes as I took a deep breath, realizing the gravity of Freda's request. I knew I couldn't deny her this reassurance, no matter how much it pained me to
Scarlett’s POV As the leader mocked me, his words hurt like poison, but I refused to let his arrogance weaken my determination. My main priority was to protect Freda and the pack, no matter what. Ignoring the pain in my body, I forced myself to stand tall in front of him. "I may be young, but you underestimate my strength," I replied, trying to sound steady despite my trembling. "You might have heard about me, but you don't truly understand what I'm capable of." The leader's eyes showed a hint of amusement. "Oh, I'd love to see what you can do, little wolf," he said, provoking me further. "Go ahead, impress me. Show me your strength." With those mocking words, he attacked me again, moving quickly and strategically. I dodged to the side, avoiding his attack, and countered by striking his side. However, my attack didn't seem to bother him much. He chuckled darkly, seeming to enjoy the challenge. "You'll have to do better than that," he sneered. "Is that all you've got? Freda deserve
Ethan’s POVEthan stormed away from Scarlett, his mind a whirlwind of anger and frustration. Her words had struck a nerve, cutting through his defenses and stirring up a storm of emotions he hadn't anticipated. How could she accuse him of being manipulated? How could she question his judgment and loyalty?His fists clenched at his sides as he marched back to his tent, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his indignation. He could still hear her voice echoing in his mind, the disbelief evident in her tone. It was as if she had cast doubt on everything he believed in, everything he had worked so hard to achieve.Entering the tent, Ethan slammed the flap shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the canvas walls. He paced back and forth, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He had trusted Scarlett, confided in her, and now she had turned on him, exposing him to doubt and suspicion. He had to set things straight, to make her understand the truth.Soon, Oliver came in. He looked a bit wor
Scarlett’s POVEthan's gaze bore into mine, intense and unyielding. His features were set in a stern expression that seemed to mask a whirlwind of emotions. "I've seen the signs, Scarlett," he said, his voice carrying a weight of conviction. "The changes in you, the power you've exhibited. It's not a coincidence."I took a shaky step back, my mind racing to counter his claims. "Ethan, I don't know how any of this happened. I swear, I didn't use any black magic. I don't even know how I turned into... into a werewolf."Ethan's eyes narrowed, skepticism evident in his gaze. "You expect me to believe that?" he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. "You've been hiding something, Scarlett. You can't deny that there's a darkness within you that you've been struggling to control."My heart pounded, and a surge of anger mingled with my fear. "I don't know what you're talking about," I insisted, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "I woke up one night, and everything had change
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIVEScarlett’s POVI shifted my body subtly, as if trying to find a more comfortable position on the cold, unforgiving ground. With calculated effort, I extended one leg as far as I could, my foot reaching out towards the concealed glint of metal. My heart raced in rhythm with my shallow breaths as I strained to make contact with the knife.Fenrir's taunts still echoed in the air as he paced around the chamber, his back occasionally turning towards me. Each time he looked away, my muscles tensed, and I stretched my leg just a little farther. The stakes were high – any abrupt movement could alert him or one of the guards.my toes brushed against the hilt of the knife. My pulse quickened even further, a mix of excitement and anxiety surging through me. It was a game of patience, of waiting for the precise moment when my efforts would align with the distractions in the room.Fenrir's voice carried across the chamber, engrossed in a conversation with one of his subordi
Ethan’s POV"Kai, Olivier, and all of you," Shakira spoke, her voice carrying a sense of tranquility and assurance. "I have heard your concerns, your doubts, and your fears. I understand the weight of the darkness that looms before us, and the pain of past losses. But you must remember that you are not alone in this fight. Kai looked up, surprised by Shakira's sudden appearance, but a glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes. "Goddess Shakira, we appreciate your words, but Scarlett's pack is formidable. How do we even begin to confront them?"Shakira smiled gently, her presence calming the unease that had settled over the pack. "Scarlett may possess mighty powers, but she is not invincible. There is a way to defeat her."Scarlett's power comes from a source that can be severed. The key lies in weakening her connection to that source. To do so, you must work together, combining your strengths and talents."Kai's curiosity got the better of him. "And what is this source, Goddess Shakira?"S
Ethan’s POVI took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead. My heart was still heavy with doubt, but I knew that I had to put on a brave face for my pack. As I walked through the camp, I saw the wounded and battered members of my pack who had fought valiantly against the dark forces threatening our existence.My first stop was at the healer's tent, where my most trusted confidante, Oliver, was tending to the injured. Oliver was the Beta I appointed even as Scarlett's Pack injured."Oliver," I greeted him with a nod, "how are they holding up?""They're strong, Alpha, but their spirits are shaken," Oliver replied, his voice tinged with concern. "The battle was fierce, and many of them fear that the darkness is too powerful to overcome."I sighed, understanding the weight of those words. Stepping out of the tent, I glanced around the camp, making eye contact with each wounded pack member. With a deep breath, I spoke, my voice projecting strength despite my own doubts."My broth
Ethan’s POVAs Goddess Shakira's words settled in, my anger began to ebb, replaced by a mix of curiosity and concern. The revelation that Scarlett had acquired dark forces' aid and obtained werewolf powers was surprising and unsettling. It meant that our enemy had become even more formidable than we had anticipated. Despite my lingering frustration, I found myself drawn to Shakira's calm demeanor and open honesty."Dark forces aiding her... It's hard to comprehend," I muttered, my mind racing to grasp the implications of such a revelation. "How did she even come in contact with them? And why would they grant her powers like ours?"Goddess Shakira's expression turned solemn, and she spoke with a sense of responsibility in her voice. "The dark forces are drawn to those who harbor darkness within their hearts, seeking to exploit and manipulate them. Scarlett's heart was tainted by envy, hatred, and a desire for power. They preyed upon her vulnerabilities and offered her a pact.""But wha
Ethan’s POVWhen I regained consciousness, I found myself in a makeshift tent, dimly lit by a flickering lantern. The pain was still present, though dulled by the effects of the healing herbs the healers had applied. My mind felt clearer, but the weight of my responsibility as Alpha remained heavy on my shoulders.Oliver was sitting by my side, looking worn and exhausted. His eyes met mine, and I could see the worry etched in his expression. "Boss, you're awake," he said with relief."How long was I out?" I asked, my voice hoarse."Nearly a day," he replied. "The healers have been tending to you. They say you need to rest and allow your body to heal."When I attempted to push myself up again, a searing pain shot through my back, forcing me back onto the makeshift bed. I growled in frustration, clenching my fists as my eye began to glow a bright red, a manifestation of the anger and pain surging through me. Oliver took a step back, clearly taken aback by the sudden change in my eye col
Scarlett’s POVAs the leader mocked me, his words hurt like poison, but I refused to let his arrogance weaken my determination. My main priority was to protect Freda and the pack, no matter what. Ignoring the pain in my body, I forced myself to stand tall in front of him."I may be young, but you underestimate my strength," I replied, trying to sound steady despite my trembling. "You might have heard about me, but you don't truly understand what I'm capable of."The leader's eyes showed a hint of amusement. "Oh, I'd love to see what you can do, little wolf," he said, provoking me further. "Go ahead, impress me. Show me your strength."With those mocking words, he attacked me again, moving quickly and strategically. I dodged to the side, avoiding his attack, and countered by striking his side. However, my attack didn't seem to bother him much. He chuckled darkly, seeming to enjoy the challenge."You'll have to do better than that," he sneered. "Is that all you've got? Freda deserves a
Scarlett’s POV It was one that had shaped her beliefs and values since she joined the pack. It was a conversation she had with Freda, the pack's wise and experienced alpha, not too long after Scarlett had become a part of their family. Freda's voice echoed in her mind, stern yet full of wisdom. "Scarlett, being a part of this pack means more than just strength and agility. It means a commitment to protect and support one another, no matter the cost. We are a family, bound by loyalty and love. Never forget that." Scarlett clung to those words as she faced Ragnar's relentless assault. She could almost hear Freda's voice again, urging her to find her inner strength, to remember why she had chosen to become a part of this pack in the first place. Drawing on that memory, I pushed the pain aside and focused on Ragnar. "I may be bruised, but I'm not beaten," I retorted, trying to catch my breath. "You're not the only one who fights for something they care about." Ragnar growled, his eyes