Chapter 20: Dreams and Defiance
(Scarlett's POV)
I was back in the pack training den, the familiar scent of sweat and sacred herbs thick in the air. My younger self stood awkwardly at the center, trying to match the forms being taught. The early days of healer training were always overwhelming, but something felt different about this memory—sharper, more vivid.
"Your stance is wrong," a deep voice rumbled from behind me.
I stiffened, feeling the unmistakable presence of Steven. He stepped closer, his large hands lightly adjusting the positioning of my arms, his fingers grazing my wrist. Even back then, his mere touch had rattled me.
"I’m supposed to be practicing healing forms," I mumbled, unsure why my voice wavered so much.
He leaned in, his lips brushing close to my ear. "Th
