Damien
The night was quiet, the scent of rain lingering in the damp earth as I prowled along the edge of the woods. My wolf was restless, mirroring the unease that had taken root inside me since the confrontation with Scarlet. Her defiance haunted me, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts like an ache I couldn’t name.
She had every right to hate me. I had made her life unbearable, treating her as less than she deserved. And why? Because she was an omega? Because my friends expected me to act a certain way? It was pathetic. I was pathetic.
I hadn’t always been this way. Once, Scarlet had been my best friend. She, Declan, and I had been inseparable. But now? Now, I had become the very thing we used to hate—someone who preyed on others for their rank, their weakness.
Except, Scarlet wasn’t
