All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Scarlett’s POVI found a large, sturdy tree, its branches stretching out protectively overhead, and decided to sit beneath it. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool earth beneath me, and closed my eyes, determined to quiet the storm in my mind. I needed focus, clarity. I needed peace. As I sank deeper into meditation, I tried to clear my thoughts, let the tension drain from me. But then, an image began to take form in my mind, vivid and unshakable, as if someone had pulled back a veil to reveal something meant just for me.Before I could react, the vision consumed me. I was powerless to snap out of it.In front of me was a pale rider on a pale horse. Their eyes were black as night, voids that seemed to hold the depths of shadows within them. Around them, a thick, dark cloud twisted and swirled, like smoke clinging to their body—an aura of magic, raw and terrifying. Their hair, dark and long, was tied back in a ponytail, yet their features remained elusive, slipping between masculine

Lucian’s POVI made my way to Scarlett’s room, feeling the weight of every step. I knocked on the door, my heart pounding as I waited for her response.“What do you want, Lucian?” Her voice came through, cold and indifferent, piercing me even from the other side of the door.“Please,” I replied, struggling to keep my tone steady. “I just want to speak with you, that’s all.”“With alcohol in your system?” she replied flatly. She must have smelled it on me, the faint sting of whiskey I’d tried to bury with resolve.“Please, Scarlett,” I pleaded, my voice soft. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid.”Silence followed, long enough for me to wonder if she would refuse. But then, her voice came, low and resigned. “Come in.”I opened the door and entered, forcing myself to stay calm as Tiger rose within me, wanting to reach out to her. She stood there, eyes like green fire, the hint of her wolf just beneath the surface.She was wrapped in a silk robe—one I recognized as a gift from Keith. Th

Scarlett’s POVLucian’s words left me stunned, rooted to the spot. I didn’t need anyone to confirm his sincerity—I could feel it in every resigned word, see it in his hollowed eyes. He was serious about letting me go, even going as far as urging me to return to Keith.For Lucian, someone who had always been possessive and fiercely jealous, to say that aloud… it told me just how heavily all of this weighed on him. He looked worse than he had the day they came to bring me back from the West, a shadow of himself. And yet, even knowing this, anger and confusion twisted inside me.How was I supposed to stay angry at him, knowing the toll it had taken on him? How could I hate him when I could see that he was already punishing himself? And the worst part—the truth that I couldn’t admit to myself, let alone to him—was that I didn’t truly love Keith. What I felt for him was gratitude, a deep bond of friendship, a kindness that came when I needed it most. Returning to him, knowing that Lucian,

Maxwell’s POVI had never seen anything like it. Scarlett’s entire body ignited in green flames, consuming her clothes in an instant. My heart pounded, and I panicked, dropping to my knees beside her. I tried to cover her with snow, hoping to smother the fire, but it melted the moment it touched her skin, steam rising around her in furious clouds. The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape.I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.Clay had described something like this once, but seeing it with my own eyes was entirely different. She was defenseless in that state, a target for anyone who

Clay’s POVElsa arrived, looking exhausted, a crystal glinting in her hand. She gently placed it around Scarlett’s neck, her gaze shadowed with worry. Scarlett had been under for six hours now, and we’d taken turns keeping her body warm, hoping it would help her pull through. My only fear was how she’d react when she woke up to find herself here.“So, what’s happening to her?” Lucian asked, desperation etched into his voice, echoing all of our fears.Elsa glanced at Scarlett, then back at us, her face filled with resignation. “She’s having a vision. Her magic is keeping her under, making sure she sees whatever it is the universe wants her to see.” She shook her head, clearly frustrated by the limits of her own power.“There’s only so much I can do. Her magic is powerful—ancient, even. This isn’t something spells or crystals can break. It has to run its course.”Her words made sense, but they didn’t ease the ache in my chest. I wanted so desperately to pull Scarlett out of whatever dar