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Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

This immediately caused Anberine to flinch sharply to Skye’s dismay. “I know it hurts but try to relax okay” Skye assured Anberine who still didn’t talk, once he cleaned the blood off of her face. Skye immediately frowned at the scratch marks now residing in their place. “That darned woman!” Skye resisted to snap as he took his bag off his shoulder and took out the scar removal potion. Biting his lip Skye placed a drop of the purple vial and a drop of the scar removal potion onto the towel and lightly dabbed it on the infected areas.

I scoff. "Try me." Elaria releases my shirt, leaving wrinkles in its wake. "Remember what happened the last time Father disapproved of you?" She shoots me a warning glance before retreating into the sanctuary of her room, just steps ahead of mine. How could I ever forget Father's disapproval? A lasting reminder graces my chest—a wicked scar, an indelible mark born from a Scorcher's fury, a testament to his son's recklessness. Yet, this very son he now wishes to see seated on the throne.

A deep sigh escaped my lips as I surrendered to my tears, my lashes heavy with the weight of my emotions. Henry's face contorted in surprise as he touched my face with his tender fingers. "Mom, you're crying," he said, his voice laced with concern. I nodded, my voice breaking. "Yes, Henry, I am crying. I fear for your future, and I don't want you to feel destined to be a werewolf or a mutant. I want you to have a normal life, free from the burdens that come with this existence.” Markus's words ignited my fury. "Scarlett, stop being ridiculous!" he exclaimed, but I was beyond reason. My fists clenched, my eyes wide with anger, I struck him swiftly, my punch landing squarely on his face.

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.

Everything dissolved and I manifest into another room. The room was a cave and four torches burned at four cardinal points. It smelt like Ash and rot and then….blood. I looked around, my heart thundering as my gaze fall on a man kneeling, staring into the concrete wall. I gasped as I look at his skin. There were scars of different kinds. Old and New. They sat on his skin like trophies stretched on a cupboard. Suddenly, he turned sharply towards me and I gasped, realizing who it was. Lord Tirion. His once geled hair was now a shattered mess, falling dishelevely across his face. He looked like a mad man, locked away for a long time.

He said and kissed my forehead. "In my vision, I had a future with you, but it was based on probability, so it wasn't so clear. Now I see the future clearer because you are choosing a path," He said, touching my face gently. "Do not let the darkness consume you, Scarlett. Your tendency toward darkness is great, and I am afraid your mates cannot help you or stop you if you let the darkness consume you. You will have to fight away the darkness, starting with forgiveness. You must let go of your hurt and open yourself up for love. If you ever need me, all you have to do is call." He said, and I frowned at him, confused.

Lilly answered him. “One day, in the bright daylight, he came out of his tent. Because one of us tried to run away and caught alive. And that’s when we saw his terrifying… appearance..” Lilly shivered when she remembered how his terrifying face matched dark his aura when he showed himself in front of them. “It must be because of the hideous scar on his face.” Finn snickered and Lilly widened her eyes and turned around to look at him. “You know it too? Yeah, that’s true… He has this scar across his face. It is a deep scar. It got his eye, made it…”

Director Holt calls. The next guy steps forward. He’s not as tall as Torin, but still a solid six foot—average for a wolf. More compact though, all coiled power. I'd say Gamma blood from his build and aura. His dark hair is cropped close at the sides and longer on top, styled just enough to look like he doesn’t care. Thick brows, sharp grey eyes, and a scar that slices through one of them. Wolves don’t scar easily. Either that happened before his first shift or it was made with silver. “Age, Cadet Mercer?” Nurse Rachel asks as she begins her routine.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."