登入Scarlet’s POVThe stone floor felt like ice beneath my knees, but the heat coming off Joel’s skin was hot enough to scorch wood."Stay with me," I ordered, my voice trembling as I hauled his good arm over my shoulder, dragging his dead weight toward the dry straw pallet. "Joel! Look at me! Don't you dare close your eyes!"He choked out a wet cough, spattering dark, foul-smelling blood over the front of my silk gown. The wound running from his ear down into his shoulder wasn't a clean sword cut; it was rotting from the inside out. Black veins crawled across his neck like spiderwebs, pulsing with the sickly purple glow of something that was similar to witch-craft."The abyss..." Joel murmured, his eyelids fluttering, his body shivering violently against mine. "The ground split like dry wood, Scarlet. He went down swinging his broadsword... taking three of their high lords with him. He was screaming your name until the rock closed shut.""Be quiet," I hissed, tears spilling fast down my
Scarlet’s POVThe courtyard turned into a madhouse the second the scout choked out his last breath.Wolves were screaming, dropping training daggers, and rushing toward the inner keep. The elders, who had been sitting comfortably watching Joel and Damien tear each other apart, were now stumbling over their own long robes, squealing like stuck pigs as they scrambled for the iron cellar gates."The children," I whispered. My stomach dropped through the floorboards.I turned on my heel, ready to bolt toward the nursery, but a large, blood-smeared hand clamped around my wrist.Damien.His chest was still heaving, bloody froth dripping from his split lip, but the murderous haze in his eyes had snapped shut. The Alpha in him—the warrior who had kept this pack alive through two border wars—was back."They won't touch the keep," Damien growled, his voice rough as gravel. He looked past me, his gaze locking directly onto Joel, who was wiping blood from his chin with the back of his bruised arm
Scarlet's POVDamien lunged again, but this time he didn't throw a straight punch. He feinted left, dropped his shoulder, and drove his entire massive frame into Joel's midsection, tackling him hard into the dirt.The impact sounded like two boulders crashing together. A cloud of fine brown sand exploded into the air as the two bodies rolled across the ground, trading brutal, short-range blows.Damien pinned Joel's left shoulder, his fangs elongating, driving a heavy punch into Joel's cheekbone. Joel's head snapped to the side, blood spraying across the sand, but he brought his knee up hard between Damien's thighs, catching him in the groin with enough force to make Damien groan and loosen his grip.Joel twisted like an eel, slipping out from underneath the larger man. He scrambled to his feet, but Damien caught him by the ankle, yanking violently. Joel slammed face-first back onto the sand.Before Joel could turn, Damien was on his back.Damien locked his massive forearm around Joel'
Scarlet’s POVThe sun was bleeding orange across the western ridge, painting the high stone walls of the courtyard in long, dark shadows.A crowd had formed around the training ring. Hundreds of wolves stood shoulder to shoulder—warriors, council elders, kitchen maids, trackers. Nobody dared to talk above a ragged whisper. The tension in the air was so thick you could smell the bile and cold sweat rising off the onlookers.A death challenge between an Alpha and his highest commander whom he had entrusted the position and myself to before leaving to fight Morgathis. This wasn't an everyday affair. It was ancient pack law. Blood wash blood."Luna, please... drink this," Sasha pleaded behind me, holding out a clay cup of warm tea steeped with mint and bitter roots. Her small hands shook so hard the brown liquid sloshed over the rim, staining the stone bench where I sat. She had learned to be loyal since that day. And she has also saw me in my lowest moments too, understanding why I did w
Scarlet’s POVThe great hall was cold enough to freeze water.Nobody lit the giant stone hearths. Nobody offered Damien wine or bread to break his fast. The elders sat around the long oak table like a bunch of nervous vultures, their hands hidden in their embroidered sleeves, not a single one daring to raise their chin.Damien sat at the head of the table. In his proper seat.He hadn't cleaned up. The dry mud was still caked into the dark hair on his chest, and dried black blood ringed the raw wounds where the collar had bitten into his throat. Two palace healers had tried to approach him with clean cloths and silver-leaf salves, but he hadn't even looked at them; he just let out a low, vibrating growl that sent them running back to the kitchens.Beside me, on the left side of the table, Joel sat upright. He hadn't unbuckled his sword. He hadn't ducked his head once since we walked through those heavy double doors."Start talking," Damien said.He didn't yell. That was the worst part.
Scarlet’s POVJoel’s fingers didn't move from my waist. If anything, they dug a fraction deeper into the silk of my dress, holding me steady while my legs continued to tremble."Joel," I whispered through dry lips, my eyes fixed on the man at the bottom of the steps. "Let go. Please.""He's not in his right mind, Scarlet," Joel muttered back, his tone flat, stripped of fear. "Look at him. He's covered in witch-marks and dragging chains. If he snaps, he'll tear through the elders before anyone can draw a blade.""I don't care," I choked out, pulling myself out of Joel’s grip. My slippers dragged against the grit on the balcony floor as I stepped up to the edge of the stairs. "Damien..."Damien didn't move an inch. He stood on the first stone riser, his bare chest heaving, dark blood crusting over the burns that crisscrossed his ribs. His knuckles were swollen, caked with dry dirt and gore from whatever hell he had clawed his way out of. But his gaze never wavered from my throat.He was
Damien’s POVI don’t know if it was instinct, but something deep inside me whispered that something was wrong.Even though she tried so hard to conceal it, everything was brought to light tonight. All through the night, as I took Scarlet again and again, she kept calling my name—and another.A nam
Scarlet’s POVI blinked, forcing myself back into the moment, steadying my breath as I looked up at Damien.He was still watching me, the soldiers standing rigidly behind him, guiding us forward.None of it was real.None of it had ever been real.I had only been standing there—watching Joel being
Damien’s POVIt had been days since she left, and still, I’d heard nothing.Not another letter. Not even a reassurance that she was going to really come back—I’m left with just memories of her. My head spun as I wrestled with what to do next. That was when the guards’ voices boomed from the palace
Scarlet’s POV “Damien, what are you doing?” I gasped, fear laced in my voice. My breath hitched, as my chest rose and fell with sharp urgency. But… damn it. Why do I feel so wet beneath? What’s wrong with me? I’ve never been this close to a man. Never felt this exposed…this fragile. I placed







