Scarlet
“She wants me to end the Alpha Line,” I whispered. “She thinks… I’m meant to destroy them.”
Mom wrapped her arms around me, but I barely felt it.
Destroy Damien’s bloodline.
Destroy him?
I shook my head, eyes burning.
No. That wasn’t what I wanted. That wasn’t who I was.
What is with everything indicating the same dreadful end?
The white wolf had warned me. Elijah had shown me Damien’s death in the flames. The grove had marked me. The prophecy had chosen me.
And now Marie had written it plain.
Breaking Blade.
“Scar,” my dad said softly, “we don’t know if she’s right.”
“But what if she is?” I whispered. “What if all this time, I’ve been trying to hold myself together when I was never meant to? What if I’m not supposed to find peace?”
Mom’s voice was tight with worry. “T
