Chapter 18: Pack Games and Power Plays
(Scarlett's POV)
The light from the pack's common den was warm, casting a golden glow around the room. Laughter echoed among the older, high-ranking wolves gathered there. I settled into the soft cushions surrounding the gaming table, feeling the mix of energy and familiarity in the air. Everyone here had their moments of power, but at the table, rank didn’t matter—only quick wit and strategy. It was a nice break from the overwhelming tension of pack politics.
"Ready to lose some crystals again, healer queen?" Asher smirked, shuffling the Moon Crystal Chase cards effortlessly. His eyebrows wiggled, making it impossible for me not to glare back at him.
"I don’t remember losing ever," I shot back confidently, crossing my arms. "It’s not my fault
