Scarlett's POV The air felt different now. It wasn’t just the scent of the town or the lingering smell of rain, it was the way the world vibrated against my skin. For the first time in my life, the noise in my head had quieted, replaced by a low, rhythmic thrumming that lived in my marrow. I could feel her, my wolf. She wasn't a separate entity, but a dormant part of my soul that had finally woken up, stretching her limbs and howling into the void of my consciousness.Before this, the choice Sam had offered me, to abandon the wolf and fully embrace the warlock, had seemed like a lifeline. It was the logical path. Being a warlock meant stability, power, and a way to stop the slow, agonizing decay of my physical form. It was the "safe" choice. But now? Now that I had felt the rush of the wind through thick fur and the raw, electric power of a shift, the idea of cutting that part of me away felt like an amputation."You're overthinking it, Scar," Fiona said, leaning back in the booth of
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