Scarlet
The weight of my decision settled heavily on my chest as I stood outside my childhood home, my fist hovering over the door. It had been a long time since I had willingly come to them for anything, let alone something this important.
Damien had kept too much from me as I don't deserve to know. The entire pack had deemed me to low in rank to tell me anything that concerns me. But not this time. I would not be left in the dark again.
My parents needed to know about Elijah. They needed to know the danger looming over us. The Rogue King was not someone I could brush aside or handle on my own, no matter how much I wished I could. And Damien? He would never take care of him for me. He would fight for his pack, for his revenge, but the moment he was done with me, he would cast me aside
