Scarlet’s POV
As soon as his back hit the door, I felt something jolt through me—a strange, powerful surge. My breath hitched as my legs steadied beneath me.
Scar.
My wolf stirred inside me. Stronger, bolder, more alive than she’d ever been.
“Scar… was that you?” I asked quietly, still staring at Callan, now lying motionless on the floor.
How she communicated with me a few hours ago was so strange. That was the first time she’d spoken to me. Clearly. Directly.
I stepped toward him, my heart racing faster. His body was still—too still.
“He just passed out…” I whispered, one hand flying to my mouth. My voice trembled.
But before I could get any closer, the door suddenly flung open.
I jerked back in fear, my heart leaping to my throat.
It was Emma, the pack’s doctor. Her eyes widene
