Scarlet’s POV
I let out a shaky sigh the moment the door clicked shut.
The racing thump of my heart slowed just as a gust of air brushed across my face, lifting a few loose strands of hair. It was over. For now.
I dropped into the chair nearby, trying to catch my breath.
Just a second, that’s all I needed. A single moment of quiet.
But I didn’t even get that.
The door creaked open again, and there he was. Callan.
“Not again,” I muttered under my breath.
At this point, I wasn't sure if this pack would kill me first or if I'd get the chance to take my revenge.
And honestly? This was all Damien’s fault.
I just needed to survive this place for eight more days. That’s it.
Then I could choose to stay, or leave and never look back.
But staying would only be on one condition: I had to
