Chapter Eighty Six

Scarlett's POV

"I was born in a small village with pretty hills and meadows," I said, feeling both happy and vulnerable. "When I was a kid, I had good and hard times, like everyone else. But I was fortunate to be born into a group of werewolves. We were like a big family, and we cared for and supported each other. Even though I was a lower-ranked werewolf, called an Omega, I always felt valued and accepted. Everyone in the group was nice to me, and I felt like I belonged."

"That sounds amazing," Elara said.

"It was," I replied. "I loved growing up in the group. We would play together in the woods, swim in the river, and have campfires at night. It was a special time."

I paused, remembering the good times I had with my packmates.

"But then, everything changed," I said. "When I was six years old, there was a fight between our group and another one. My parents and other members of our group were killed."

I took a deep breath and kept going.

I closed my eyes, trying to gather the st