Scarlett
Dusk bleeds above the treetops while we are move.
We run in formation, paws pounding over dirt and dead leaves. There is no sound but breathing. No scent but fear.
Violet leads our flank, steady and precise. Liam takes the right. Edna barrels through the underbrush with the elegance of a chainsaw wrapped in silk. Her brutal Lycan is midnight-black and massive, ears still pierced, snarling like she came here for vengeance and wine.
Bianca trails behind, whining even in her Lycan form. Her paws slap into puddles like she is offended by nature.
I run behind them.
My wolf keeps up, but I’m not in it. My thoughts drift. Static in the wind.
Rhodes should be here.
He should be the one leading us with his brooding eyes and cold personality. Strict and leaderlike when it matters, b
