Scarlett pov
“What the hell!”
I recoiled at the sight of the same face. Who is he, and what does he want from me? The question consumed my thoughts as I locked eyes with him. I couldn't call for help; he could be gone in an instant.
I stumbled back, my hand searching for something to steady myself, feeling the heat rising within me.
“What do you want from me?” I managed to ask in a barely audible voice, my gaze fixed on him. He wore a black hoodie, just like the last time I saw him.
“Scarlett Darkhaven, the last mutant and Werewolf…”He hesitated, chuckling, and I noticed his fist clench in anger.
“What do you want? I don’t care if you know anything about me; I just need to know how you found me and what you want.”
He stepped closer, and I instinctively moved back, my body trembl
