----Scarlet POV----
“You should be running,” I said softly, smirking to myself. But I knew they wouldn’t. Rogues rarely ran—they were too far gone in bloodlust to recognize fear.
I didn’t hesitate. The fire responded to me like a loyal friend, humming with anticipation beneath my skin.
“Scar, just guide it. Let it do what you want it to do,” Carly said gently.
“Okay,” I murmured.
I swept my hand out in a wide arc, willing the flames to form a protective barrier. The fire surged in a circle around us, roaring to life but never touching Sabby or Bella. It was hot and intense, but I knew instinctively that it would never harm me—or the ones I loved.
The rogues whimpered and flinched at the heat, recoiling in pain and confusion. They were trapped now, and I was in control.
The Elder was
