Scarlet
The voice was calm, but the weight of it sent a chill down my spine.
Damien.
His deep, measured voice carried across the room effortlessly, making the tension double in an instant.
Everyone turned toward him.
I did too.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, his storm-grey eyes locked on Ronan with a gaze so sharp it could cut glass.
His presence was all-consuming, dressed in all black, an image of calm, calculated control.
Ronan’s smirk deepened, but his eyes darkened, something flickering in them.
Damien continued, stepping forward. “I’d love to have some real competition for once.”
It was a challenge—an open one, and it was accepted.
The minute the signal was given, chaos erupted.
Wolves and humans alike sprinted into the vast, untamed forest that surrounded Spring Hollo
