Scarlet’s POV
When I opened my eyes, I was inside a cage.
The stench of blood, piss, and filth filled the air. The metallic tang of suffering clung to my throat, making it hard to breathe. Around me, I could hear the agonised screams of werewolves—wolves that were not fierce but broken. Helpless. Caged. Just like me.
At least they had the strength to scream.
I didn’t.
I was too numb to feel. Too hollow to make a sound.
My body lay sprawled on the cold, dirty floor, still draped in the wedding dress that had once been white. Now, it was ruined. Stained crimson with blood. But it was clinging to my skin like a sick reminder of what had happened.
Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed, burning itself into my mind like a curse.
My mother. The way she died.
The way Alyssa moved, and then my mom was killed.
It was over.
I couldn't escape the memory. It haunted me, clawing at the edges of my sanity.
She hated me. She tormented me. And yet… despite all the cruelty, she was still my
