All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Scarlett’s POVWaking up from that horrible nightmare, feeling Clay’s steady presence beside me, brought me a rare moment of peace. In the nightmare, I’d been overtaken by something dark, something cruel and vengeful, and it had destroyed everything and everyone I cared about. I hadn’t been myself—it was as if a twisted force had taken control, leaving me helpless as Lucian, Maxwell, and Clay tried to reach me, tried to save me.That darkness consumed everything, a terrifying reminder of what unchecked anger and bitterness could grow into. But how had that vision come to me just as I was beginning to let go of some of the pain? After Lucian’s words, after his release, I had felt lighter, almost ready to tell Maxwell I wasn’t leaving. And then the vision swept over me.It left me wondering if fate was warning me to let go of all my grudges. But I wasn’t sure I could. There were names etched into my memory, a list of people who’d hurt me, people who deserved justice.I knew Maxwell had

Scarlett’s POVElsa released my hand, frowning slightly as she turned to Lucian. “You said she wants to leave, and you three have decided to set her free. So… who’s going first?”For a moment, I felt a strange urge to smile, but I held back, letting the weight of the silence fill the room. Seeing them so speechless—these men who usually had so much to say—was a rarity. Elsa gave my hand a comforting pat, then stood. “Well, I’ll excuse the four of you to sort this out. Call me back when you’ve made a decision.” She said leaving an almost tangible tension in the air.The silence lingered, heavy and loaded. I looked at Lucian, but his gaze dropped, revealing the fracture in his resolve. I could feel his heart breaking, see him wrestling with the vulnerability of the moment.Elsa left, and I stood up, heading toward the door. I wasn’t ready to dive into that awkward conversation they all seemed so eager to have. Sure, I’d already decided to stay, but letting them wonder a bit longer would

Scarlett’s POV“What’s going on?” I managed to ask Clay, my voice barely a whisper. We stood in the dimly lit hallway, and the look on his face made my heart skip a beat. Fear had taken root in his expression, something I rarely saw there. Worry, thick and consuming, etched lines across his forehead as he looked past me, his eyes clouded with something deeper, something dark.“Garland has finally come,” Lucian said, his tone grim, his voice heavy like a stone sinking into deep water. My heart lurched, a rush of dread curling through my stomach. I could feel the change within me—my wolf, stirred beneath the surface, her presence intensifying my anxiety. The air was charged, thick with tension and something else. Something sharper. Deadlier.Clay, Lucian, and Maxwell weren’t just standing around; they were moving with purpose, linking minds, mobilising troops, readying themselves. The truth hit me then like a cold slap. This wasn’t a skirmish or a raid like we’d faced before when those

Scarlett’s POVI heard the fierce growls of Tiger, Neo, and Vin echoing through the battlefield, deep and resonant. With a primal roar, Lucian, Clay, and Maxwell shifted into their wolf forms.Lucian became Tiger, fierce and mighty; Clay melded into Vin, swift and relentless; and Maxwell transformed into Neo, powerful and unyielding. The change was staggering. Their wolves were far more imposing than their human forms—massive creatures with muscles rippling beneath thick coats, eyes blazing with ferocity and purpose just as I had remembered them.Around us, our warriors and the warriors Keith had sent readied themselves, some clutching weapons, others preparing to shift. I glanced at Garland, and for a fleeting moment, I caught a flash of fear in his eyes. He hadn’t expected this. He had come here certain of his victory, confident in his strength, but now he was facing something he hadn’t prepared for—a united North, brimming with both strength and magic.The wolves clashed in a stor

Scarlett’s POVLeaving my mates behind to their own devices, I decided it was time to retreat indoors and freshen up.The weight of the day clung to me like a heavy cloak. From the intimacy of the morning to the brief but intense battle, I felt the need to wash it all away, to scrub the remnants of the hours from my skin and reclaim a sense of normalcy.The air still smelled faintly of conflict, of adrenaline, and it prickled against my senses. But beyond that, hunger gnawed at me.It wasn’t the usual kind of hunger—it was the insatiable void that followed the use of magic. Each time I called upon it, it drained me in ways that felt almost primal, leaving my stomach growling for sustenance as if I hadn’t eaten in days.At that moment, I could have devoured an entire feast, horse included, if given the chance.With little time to waste, I finished up and made my way to the kitchen. It had been a long time since I had stepped foot in that space—too long, really. There was a strange mix