The rogue wolves were here. The woods around them felt alive—trees swaying, air thick with worry. The pack were ready, eyes sharp, bodies ready. But Scarlett felt it: a heavy darkness growing just out of reach. The storm inside her pulled hard, pushing against her walls, wanting to be let out.
She knew she'd face the magic—and herself—soon.
As the rogue wolves got closer, eyes glowing dark, Scarlett felt their energy pulling. They weren't just wolves; they were something darker. Victor’s mark lingered like a shadow, waiting to eat everything.
The pack turned into wolves, ready for the tide. Scarlett stood up front, heart pounding. She felt the magic surging, the storm getting stronger. She had to be careful. One wrong move, it'd take over. She had to hold it back.
Focus, Caden said, hi
