Scarlet
The moment I turned, Damien was already stalking toward me, his towering frame cutting through the gathered wolves like a blade. His eyes burned with a fury so intense, it could have scorched the ground beneath us. His expression was set in stone, lips curled in a snarl that sent a shiver of warning through my body.
But I held my ground. I refused to show weakness.
“Scarlet,” his voice was a low growl, each syllable dripping with contempt. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”
I arched a brow, feigning nonchalance even as my wolf stirred uneasily within me. “Last time I checked, these were public roads.”
His glare sharpened, but I didn’t stop.
“I have every right to be here, Damien,” I continued, lifting my chin defiantly. “Or do you own the entire town now?”
A rip
