Scarlet’s POV
After my therapy session today, I went to the temple. This place had become more than just a site of prayer for me. It was my sanctuary, my peace. I often stayed here for hours, sitting quietly on the stone steps, letting the soft murmurs of the temple grounds soothe the ache inside me.
Sometimes, I volunteered to help the temple staff with chores. Slowly, the people here had become familiar, and their smiles made the loneliness bearable.
Today was special as the temple was running a free kitchen for refugees from a neighbouring pack that had been devastated by war. Without a second thought, I rolled up my sleeves and helped. I stirred giant pots of stew, packed bundles of food, and handed warm meals to people who had lost everything. It was exhausting, but it filled something hollow inside me, even if just for a little while. By the time everything was cleaned up, the sun had begun to set.
I sat on the cold stone steps of the temple, feeling the ache of the day's wo
