Scarlet
“I don’t want to lose him.”
Not to Elijah.
Not to fate.
Not to death.
Not even to his own damn pride.
I don’t know what to do with this realization…
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I didn’t mean to run.
One second, I was standing at the edge of the woods behind my house, heart still aching from the nightmare, sweat drying cold against my back. The next, I was shifting—no warning, no conscious decision. My wolf just snapped out of me, like she’d broken free of a prison I hadn’t realized I’d built since the ritual.
She wasn’t like before.
She wasn’t calm or curious or cautious.
She was fast. Loud. Uncontainable.
I barely had time to register the shift before I was barreling through the forest, paws slamming into the earth with enough force to leave dents in the ground. Trees blurred past in streaks
