Delirious

Scarlett's pov

I jerked up on my bed. The exhaustion in my weary body was forgotten. Although I was yawning and drowsy just a little while ago, I was wide awake after seeing the picture.

"Who…" I whispered to myself, looking up the number that had sent me the picture. Regardless of my attempts to remember anyone who might own that number, I couldn't. This never happened in my past life. Yet, one thing was undoubtful. Whoever took that picture was living in the pack and probably not our friend.

Rapidly, I dialled the number, but it was out of service. However, I made a few more futile attempts before giving up.

With a racing heart, I stared at the screen for too long, trying to figure out how anyone could have taken that photograph. It was a picture taken on the day I realised that we were mates. The day my mom died. We were kissing under the large tree by the cliff. I thought we were well covered by the dense foliage of the woods, but apparently, someone was spying on us.

How in the