Scarlett
The pack hall felt warm and inviting as Alisha stood before me. Her appearance had changed. She looked thinner, more cautious, her eyes holding a complexity I hadn’t seen before.
She stood before me, a ghost from my past. Her presence was both tormenting and promising redemption. The air between us was heavy with unspoken memories and pain that words couldn’t convey.
“Scarlett,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Is that you, sister?”
“Yes,” I whispered softly. Looking at how broken she was tore at my heart. It shattered me to see her in this state, and I wished I could kill Dickson over and over again.
As I reached out to embrace Alisha, she stepped back, her eyes filling with a mix of pain, anger, and fear.
“Don’t come near me,“ she snapped, her voice a frag
