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Finally, when she called Alex, she noticed how his tone changed as soon as he heard that Scarlett was missing. —How long has she been gone? —Alex asked, worried. The aunt explained, and without saying another word, Alex hung up. He went straight to the school, running to Scarlett’s locker. Without hesitation, he struck it hard, breaking it open, and took one of her sweaters. Then he ran into the forest with a single thought in mind: someone had discovered the book. He transformed into a wolf, sniffed the sweater, and began tracking her scent through the woods. Finally, he found her, wandering alone deep in a dark, isolated part of the forest.

IAN Scar walked into Ambrosia with a murderous look, nodding his head to the back at me, and talking as soon as the door to the office slammed behind us. “We have a problem,” he paused, “It’s Lucius again. He killed an Alpha-” “Which Alpha?” I could feel every ripple of muscle in me tense. I haven’t quite worked out which pack my little wolf belongs to, but I know where Scar found her. “Black Claw’s, I’ve already ruled out-”

He stood and waited for an answer. “Yes, Alpha. They won't leave our site.” The scout replied, still hunched over like the hunchback of Notre dame. The giant of a man then walked into the trees and disappeared. I guessed that had been Driscoll and I couldn't lie, he was scary, intimidating and powerful. You could feel the strength and power ooze off of the guy. His strong scent filled the air and for once in my life, I was scared of something. If I was defeated by him, he would kill me. I didn't care about dying for Aubrey, but if I did, obviously the future I'd planned for her would be lost. She would probably end up with Chase and she’d be by his side until he cheated or got bored of her.

This reminded her that she didn't have much time left to avoid being caught. The gusts of wind carried with them a haunting whisper, as if the night itself held secrets and warnings. Scarlett's skin prickled with goosebumps, not just from the cold, but from the primal instinct that told her to keep moving, to escape the clutches of her pursuers. Driven by the relentless pursuit of Tobias's lycans and the pressing need for shelter, Scarlett's determination reached new heights. She pushed her body to its limits, ignoring the biting cold that seeped into her bones. Every passing moment became a stark reminder of the narrowing window of opportunity.

Dad ran over to me and hugged me. “You look beautiful, Scarlett.” “You look great! How are you feeling?” “Amazing, honestly. Rehab really was what I needed. Thank you for convincing me to go.” “Of course, I’m so glad!” I smiled. “Skyler, good to see you.” Dad shook her hand. “You too, Mr. Watson. Congratulations on getting through. It’s not an easy feat.” “I couldn’t have done it without Joel.” “Hey, Scott, you did the work, I just helped guide you.” Joel grinned as we started walking to the car. “Lunch sound good?”

Weston I can’t move. Not yet, not while my mind is going a million miles an hour. Scarlet wouldn’t steal them. She’s not a bad person. She’s not a con artist or a thief. She’s Scarlet, a quirky girl from Chicago who likes paranormal romance, drinking tea, and looking at the stars. She’s the woman I love.

“I asked the Alpha to do that. Don’t worry about me. We will get through this together.” With a deep breath, she squeezes my arms, nodding at me. “You have to be strong now.” Tears flow down my face, maybe she also is convinced about the fact that I killed Hailey but she is still willing to stand by me. I gasp as I feel Scott's hand grabbing my head and I clench my eyes closed, bracing for another wave of pain to ripple through me. “I, Scott Walker, Alpha of the Blue Amber Pack, banish you April Foster from the pack’s territory and prohibit you from ever setting foot on my land again, for the rest of your pathetic, and hopefully short, life.”

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

But at the same time, I knew that something terrible had happened to Scott, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. As I made my way through the airport, I saw a group of warriors waiting for me. They greeted me warmly and congratulated me on my new status. But their smiles quickly faded as they saw the determination in my eyes. "Allison, we need to talk," said one of the warriors, a young man named Liam. I nodded, following him outside to a quiet corner of the airport. "What happened to Scott?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper. Liam hesitated before answering, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "He's gone, Allison. He was killed by a pack of rogue wolves."

“Mr Scott- how are you going to take one of the highest positions in the CIA if you have any connection to Mister O’Dwyer, a rumoured protégé to the prosecuted? “ “What is the truth, Mister Scott?” “Are you really going to accept the position with no guilty conscience?” “Were you part of the gang, too?” “What about your father?” “Another question is…” They were like hungry, mad vultures. Killian was an unmoving, silent presence opposite Jesse. “Hey, “ Jesse yelled, “Someone turn this bullshit off. Hey!” But they didn’t and the questions went on.