----Scarlet POV----
“Scar, wait up! Run with me!” Sabby called from behind me.
I slowed my pace, knowing my bestie wouldn’t let me off the hook much longer. Honestly, I was surprised she actually respected my mom’s warning and gave me space after the party. Old Sabby would have stormed into my room, grilling me before I even shut the door. But Post-Beta Sabby had restraint. Growth, I guess. I snorted internally.
“Scar, you better spill everything—what happened after our last chat, the what, the why, the who, the which, and everything in between,” she demanded.
“For someone so small, you’re very demanding,” I teased, smirking.
“Come on! Don’t do this to me. Spill!”
“Alright, alright. You want to hear about my shift and… the vision.”
She nodded furiously. “Yup. Especially why you were
