Chapter Fourty Eight

Scarlett’s POV

Through tear-filled eyes, I scanned my surroundings, trying to discern any details that could offer a clue to my location. But the darkness and the presence of the masked figures only heightened my sense of helplessness. I was at their mercy, at the mercy of those who sought to harm me and my pack.

As I lay there, trembling and battered, a mixture of anger and determination welled up within me. I refused to be broken, to surrender to the fear that threatened to consume me. With each painful breath, I reminded myself of the love and strength that resided within me, the same love and strength that would guide me through this darkest of trials.

Through gritted teeth, I mustered the strength to speak, my voice trembling but laced with defiance. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" I demanded, the words escaping in hoarse whispers.

The masked figures remained silent, their cold gazes fixed upon me as if relishing in my suffering. The lack of response only fueled my de