Chapter 50: Pride and Reconciliation
(Scarlett’s POV)
I stood impatiently at the pack territory border, my arms crossed as Lucian lazily performed the sacred boundary crossing ritual. His every move seemed deliberate, like he was testing my patience. The wind was sharp, cutting through my thin ceremonial robe, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
My golden healing energy flickered erratically, betraying my irritation as I fidgeted. Of course, Lucian had to make even this a performance. I tapped my fingers, reminding myself to stay composed.
When I finally stepped onto the neutral grounds, Lucian had disappeared. No sign of him remained except the faint trail of his familiar scent. But my wolf froze as she detected another presence, one impossibly familiar.
Steven stood by his sleek
