047 | YOU'RE RIGHT ON TIME

Scarlett’s POV

Distantly, I knew that my body ached. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I could barely breathe, that my lungs strained to suck in air that my pumping muscles desperately needed. My feet slapped the pavement so hard that the shockwaves thudded up to my knees. But my own body was background noise in the wake of what I’d done.

What the fuck had I done? I’d always despised monsters. Alpha Ryker especially. In books, I’d always struggled to sympathise with the villain unless they had a damn good redemption arc. And now I’d become the very thing I hated. Even as I sprinted I kept my hands curled up in my jacket pockets, the denim scrubbing my knuckles raw.

The streets of Adelaide rushed past me in a blur. Water rushed under the bridge; I turned sharply and followed it, with no idea where I was running to. I just had to get away from where I’d been. I didn’t even recognise this part of the city.

Flashes of memory assaulted me. The crunch of broken bone. The pooling blood.