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~DIMITRI~Scarlett’s body trembles against mine long after the danger has passed.Her breathing is uneven, shallow, like she’s afraid the moment she lets it steady, everything she’s holding back will spill out. I keep my arms around her, firm but gentle, anchoring her to the present.She smells like fear.And blood.Not hers.That alone tells me this wasn’t just a loss of control.I lift my head slowly, eyes cutting toward Isabella. She’s backed away now, pale, shaken, one hand clutching her arm where Scarlett’s claws nearly found flesh.Nearly.Alexander stands between us, not defensively, not aggressively but like a barrier that exists solely to keep things from escalating again. His posture is rigid, every muscle locked down tight.He’s furious.Not at Scarlett.At Isabella.“You should leave,” I say calmly.Isabella’s eyes flick to Alexander. “I didn’t…”“Now,” I repeat.She hesitates only a second longer before turning and walking away, heels clicking faster than before. Fear cli

~ALEXANDER~There is a specific kind of pain that doesn’t announce itself.It doesn’t crash or burn. It doesn’t scream. It settles quietly in your chest and starts rearranging things, your breath, your thoughts, your priorities, until one day you realize you’re living around it.That is what loving Scarlett feels like now.I watch from the edge of the street as she leaves Dimitri’s mansion just after dawn, her steps slower than usual, her shoulders drawn in slightly like she’s carrying something heavy she doesn’t know how to set down. Dimitri follows her to the gate, close but not touching, respectful in that infuriating way of his.She pauses before she leaves.Turns back.Says something I can’t hear.He smiles.Not the sharp, arrogant smile the world knows.The quiet one.The one meant only for her.My hands curl into fists at my sides.This isn’t how it was supposed to happen.I didn’t come here to fight him.I didn’t come here to take her by force or tear her life apart.I came he

~SCARLETT~If someone asked me when it happened, when Dimitri stopped feeling like a careful presence and started feeling like a constant, I wouldn’t know how to answer.There wasn’t a moment.There wasn’t a confession.There wasn’t even a kiss that changed everything.There was just… effort.Quiet, steady, undeniable effort.I notice it in the small things first.The way he texts me before I wake up, not to ask where I am or what I’m doing, but just to tell me to eat something warm before work. The way he waits outside my house sometimes, leaning against his car like he’s in no hurry at all, just in case I want company on the walk. The way he listens, actually listens, when I ramble about the café, about Louis, about the customers who talk too much and the ones who never look me in the eye.He doesn’t interrupt.He doesn’t correct me.He doesn’t disappear anymore.And that alone feels dangerous.Because I can feel myself leaning into it.Into him.Tonight, I’m at his mansion again.N

~SCARLETT~I wake up tangled in sheets that smell like Dimitri.Not in his bed, mine, but the scent lingers anyway, clinging to the pillows, my clothes, even my skin. It’s strange how quickly his presence has seeped into my life, how naturally it fits. Like something that was always meant to be here, just waiting for me to notice.My wolf stirs lazily beneath my skin.(He stayed,) she murmurs.“I know,” I whisper.(He didn’t leave when you slept.)That matters more than I want to admit.I stretch, rolling onto my back, staring at the ceiling of my house. It still feels like mine, every painting on the wall, every uneven floorboard, but lately, it feels less lonely than it used to. Dimitri hasn’t pushed me to move back in with him again. He asked once, gently. Accepted my answer when I said I wasn’t ready.Instead, he comes to me.Or I go to him.We exist in this in-between space that feels fragile and sacred all at once.When I get dressed, I catch sight of myself in the mirror and pa

~DIMITRI~There is a moment, quiet, unremarkable to anyone watching, when you realize restraint has stopped being noble and started being cowardice.For me, it happens while Scarlett is laughing.Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just a soft, breathy sound as she leans forward on the training mat, brushing sweat-damp hair out of her eyes while Cleo says something under her breath that makes her roll them fondly.It’s an ordinary moment.And I am tired of watching it from the edges.She moves differently now.More confident. More sure of her body. Her wolf no longer presses against her skin like a caged storm, it moves with her, alert but calmer, its presence woven into her instead of fighting for control. That alone tells me how far she’s come.How far we’ve come.I stand near the edge of the training room, arms folded, pretending to review schedules on my phone while my attention stays fixed on her. On the way she checks the room instinctively before relaxing. On how her gaze flicks to m