The days got shorter, the nights got colder, and you could feel the bad energy coming. The rogue wolves took off, but the dark magic inside Scarlett—her strength and weakness—got stronger all the time. She felt it inside her, like a storm ready to explode.
The group got ready for the wolves to come back. Scarlett couldn’t help but feel like something else was out there, too. Something even darker. Victor’s influence had not only left its mark on her but on the entire world around them. She felt it—the quiet woods, the scary whispers. It was like a shadow sneaking up on them, and they couldn’t run.
Scarlett stood in the yard, watching the wind in the trees. The sun was going down, and the last light was dying out. It felt like something big was about to happen—the quiet before a storm.
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