Chapter Thirty Three

Scarlett’s POV

Concern etched across my face as I entered Marco's room, the door creaking softly under my touch. The dim glow of a single lamp cast eerie shadows that danced along the walls, creating an atmosphere of both comfort and trepidation. I had sensed something amiss, a disturbance in the bond that connected our pack, and now I found myself drawn to Marco's side, yearning to unravel the mysteries that plagued his troubled sleep.

Soft footsteps carried me closer to his bed, the wooden floorboards sighing beneath my weight. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon his face, revealing the creases of worry etched upon his brow. My heart ached at the sight, aching to ease his torment, to offer solace in this moment of vulnerability.

As I approached, a soft whimper escaped his lips, his features contorted in a mixture of anger and confusion. My breath caught in my throat, witnessing the inner turmoil that ravaged his dreams. Gently, I reached out, my hand