Wishful Thinking

Scarlett's pov

Michael's threats made my mind spin. At least, that's how I interpreted it: as a potential danger. It was unnerving that he was interested in me. Inhaling rapidly, my heart rate increased. I started hyperventilating without even realising it.

"Hey, hey," Gavin quickly rushed to help me. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into his warmth. Warm tears rolled down my cheeks but having someone to support me felt nice.

I sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt as I clutched his jacket and buried my face in his chest. I hated that I was crying y because of how scared I was. Painful memories of the day he attempted to kill me flooded my memory. That was the day he revealed his true character to me. He murdered me in front of the rest of the pack. He chose Georgette over me - his true mate. And that too after destroying my pack. He took everything from me. My family, my home, and even my life. Though the memories were from a past life, they left me very unsettled.

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