Chapter 15: Shattered Trust
(Scarlett's POV)
The Blood Moon Festival grounds glowed with ethereal light. Wolves moved about, their chatter blending with the soft hum of instruments in the background. The decorations sparkled under the moonlight, but I couldn’t feel the joy that filled the space. Something felt wrong.
Everywhere I walked, I caught sidelong glances. Whispers traveled quickly through the gathering, too quiet to hear fully but loud enough to make my wolf stir with unease.
Evelyn approached me, her usual calm replaced by visible nervousness. Her auburn hair framed her pale face as her eyes darted around, scanning for anyone who might overhear.
"Scarlett," she began softly, her voice urgent. "We need to talk. Now."
I glanced at her, confused. "What’s happened?"
She
