Scarlett’s POVA guard stood before us, bowing his head respectfully to Elder Freda before speaking. "Forgive me, Elder Freda," he said, bowing respectfully."But we are under attack. The Eastern Pack has launched a surprise assault on our territory."The words of the guard shook me to my core, and I could feel the gravity of the situation becoming all too clear. Freda's alarmed expression only added to my growing sense of unease."Take her to the safe house”, Freda said. “Use the Olixir to get her back to my world. She isn’t not safe here," she ordered the guard.Turning back at me Freda said, “Scarlett, you will be fine, trust me. Once here is safe I will come and get you and we will solve this mystery together”.I nodded in fear even though I believed in her.“Take her now”, Freda ordered.The guard nodded before turning to me. "Follow me, please," he said.I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was happening. "What's going on?" I asked him."We are under attack by the darkness,"
Scarlett’s POVThe moment I found myself back in my own world, my body hit the ground with a thud. Disoriented and confused, I struggled to understand what had just happened. As my eyes scanned my surroundings, it slowly dawned on me that I had been transported back to a world that was two years in the past.Mixed emotions flooded through me, the relief that I had made it out of the werewolf world alive, followed by a sense of sadness that I had left it all behind. The strange world of werewolves had been fascinating and frightening, and I had grown attached to the characters and their way of life.Freya's reassuring words still echoed in my mind, and I knew that I could count on her to help me in my battle against Ethan. The thought of the powerful and cruel Ethan still sent shivers down my spine, and I knew that my time in the werewolf world had changed me forever.As I rose to my feet, I couldn't help but wonder what would become of me now. Would I ever be able to find my way back
Scarlett’s POVAs I felt someone's presence behind me, I slowly turned around and was greeted by the sight of Ethan walking towards me with a big smile on his face. My initial reaction was to stay focused and ignore him, but I couldn't help the feeling of disgust that washed over me. All I could think of was the pain that Ethan had caused me when he killed me.I couldn't understand why he did it, but I knew deep down that it was a choice he had made. The memories of my death and the events leading up to it flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and sadness. I had tried so hard to move on from that tragic incident, but seeing Ethan again brought all those feelings back to the surface."Hey, Scarlett! Are you leaving already?" Ethan asked, catching up to me."Yeah, I have some things to do," I replied curtly, not wanting to engage in a conversation.Ethan's smile faltered slightly, but he tried to keep up the cheerful facade. "Okay, well, we should hang out lat
Scarlett’s POVIt was Freda, the wise old wolf from the werewolf world! She had transformed into an old woman, so I hadn't recognized her at first. Memories flooded back as I remembered our encounter, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. At least I wasn't alone in this strange situation."Freda?" I said, disbelief written all over my face."Yes, child. It's me," she replied with a gentle smile."What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling grateful for the chance to talk to someone who had been through what I was experiencing."I could ask you the same thing," Freda said, her eyes twinkling. "But I suspect we both know the answer to that."I nodded, feeling a sense of understanding between us. "The necklace, it helped me find you," I said, fingering it once again. "It's like it's leading me here."Freda nodded, and for a moment, she looked like her old self - wise and powerful. "The necklace is a powerful artifact," she said. "It has the ability to transport you
Scarlett’s POVAs I slowly regained consciousness, I became aware of a throbbing pain in my head, and my vision was blurry and dark. I tried to make sense of my surroundings, but my surroundings were a blur. I blinked a few times, hoping to clear my head, but my vision remained blurry, and my head continued to throb. I looked around and realized that I was tied to a tree.My heart began to race as panic set in, and I struggled against the ropes, trying to break free. But the ropes were tight, and they cut into my skin, leaving me trapped. I looked around, trying to make sense of where I was, but everything looked strange and terrible.The trees around me were twisted and gnarled, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of fog. The air was thick with the scent of earth and decay, and in the distance, I could hear the distant howling of wolves. I couldn't tell where I was, and I didn't know how I had ended up here.As I struggled against the ropes, I tried to remember what had happ
Ethan’s POVAs the sensation twisted inside me, I knew immediately that I was in the grip of guilt. It was a familiar feeling, one that had plagued me for days, weeks, even months. It had taken hold of me so completely that I felt as if I were drowning in it.The source of my guilt was simple: I had hit her. My hand had struck her face, and I had watched in horror as she stumbled backward, a look of hurt and shock on her face. I knew I had hurt her, and I couldn't forgive myself for it.The worst part was that I loved her. I loved her more than anything in the world. But my werewolf side had taken over, as it so often did. It was like I was watching from a distance as my body acted on its own, without my conscious input. I was trapped inside my own skin, unable to control my own actions.I had tried so hard to rein in my werewolf side, to keep it from taking control. But it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave. No matter how hard I fought, it always came crashing down on me, wash
Ethan’s POV As I walked alongside my packmates, a heavy weight settled in my chest. We had been so close to catching Scarlett, but she had slipped through our grasp. It felt like we had failed, and the consequences of that failure were unknown. I couldn't help but wonder what Scarlett's next move would be. Would she come back for revenge, or would she disappear into the night, only to resurface at an even more inconvenient time? I knew that she was dangerous, and her mere presence posed a threat to our pack. The thought of the danger that Scarlett could bring to us made me uneasy. We had worked so hard to maintain our territory and protect our pack, and one slip-up could undo all of our efforts. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone in our pack getting hurt because of our failure to capture Scarlett. As we continued walking, I struggled to shake off the feeling of defeat that clung to me. I knew that we couldn't dwell on our failure, but the weight of it felt like it was suffocatin
Ethan’s POVAs I watched the battle unfold, I could sense the fear in my opponent's eyes. They knew that they were fighting a losing battle, and the odds of them surviving this encounter were slim to none. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for their courage and strength. Despite being outnumbered and outmatched, they fought with a determination that was truly remarkable."You can still surrender," I shouted across the field. "I don't want to hurt you.""We will never surrender!" shouted one of their warriors."Then you leave us no choice," I replied, drawing my sword.The battle raged on, and I could see the exhaustion etched on the faces of my opponents."We can't keep this up much longer," one of them said, gasping for breath."Keep fighting!" shouted Freda, her voice full of determination. "We can still win this!"The battle raged on, and I could see the exhaustion etched on the faces of my opponents. However, they never gave up. They fought on, striking blows ag
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