Scarlet’s POV
For the last three days, I did nothing but sleep and talk to Red, my wolf. She was growing, slowly but surely. It brought me a quiet sort of joy, even as everything else in me felt broken. I had abandoned all routines—no exercise, no clean eating, no shifting practice. I was simply too tired.
Then, just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my period hit me like a freight train. It wasn’t like usual. This time, the pain was sharp and deep, radiating through my lower belly like a punishment. My body felt like it was unraveling. I couldn’t even sit up without gasping. I had never bled this much before. It was heavy.
So I stayed in bed, curled up under layers of blankets, clutching a hot water bottle like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to this world.
The door creaked open without warning.
Dante stepped in.
His expression was mix of many things, somewhere between irritated and impassive, as he looked at me. “Are you done with your tantrums?” he asked flatly.
I didn
