Scarlett“What?”My voice came out barely above a whisper.Atlas looked down at me, and for the first time since I had known him, I saw something in his eyes that scared me more than his anger ever could.Pain.Not the kind he usually hid behind sarcasm, alcohol, or that cold Alpha mask. This was raw, unfiltered pain like he was laying his soul bare to me. “I was thirteen,” he repeated, his voice quieter now. “Callum was thirteen too. We had been best friends since we were pups and he was the only person who could make me laugh when I didn’t want to.”“Even when the thing with my Aunt Vivica started, he was the only one I ever thought to open up to, but I didn’t because of fear of what might happen.”“You may not understand Scarlett, but he was the only person who knew when something was wrong with me without me having to say it.” He explained, his eyes red and raw with grief. I hated being the one to open all his past wounds again, leaving them fresh and hurting. But he needed to d
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