Chapter 29: Pack Games and Pride
(Scarlett's POV)
What happened last night—Steven drunk on sacred moon wine, clinging to me with that rare, fleeting vulnerability—should have been enough to send my mind spinning. But no. The memory of my golden healing energy accidentally broadcasting through the pack crystal network haunted me worse.
I scrubbed a hand down my face, trying to shake the embarrassment. It wasn’t just Steven’s hangover-stained smirk or his lack of memory about the moment. It was that tiny flicker of my energy, lighting up the network like a careless firework. I couldn’t even look him in the eye this morning without my cheeks heating.
Across the den, Steven moved about as though nothing had changed. Back to cold, commanding Steven—like last night’s drunken confessions
