Scarlett’s POV My husband, Marco, lay on the ground, blood seeping from his wounds. A surge of anguish swept through me, threatening to engulf my entire being. I rushed to his side, dropping to my knees beside him. "Marco!" I cried, my voice trembling with desperation. "What happened? Who did this to you?" His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine. Pain etched across his face, but there was a flicker of relief in his eyes as he saw me by his side. "Scarlett," he whispered, his voice strained. "It was Michael... and Swiftclaw. They turned against us." My hands shook as I reached out to touch his battered face, tears streaming down my cheeks. "We have to get you help," I pleaded, my voice filled with urgency. Marco weakly nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, but we must be careful. They won't let us seek help easily. They're still out there, Scarlett, and they won't rest until they've destroyed everything we built." Determination surged within me as I realized the
Marco’s POVMy gaze shifted to Rylan, my expression a mix of empathy and authority. "Rylan, I understand your desire for immediate retaliation," I replied, my voice steady. "But we must consider the long game. Rushing in without a solid plan could put us at a greater disadvantage."Rylan's brows furrowed in frustration, his voice edged with defiance. "But Marco, we can't let them think they can harm our leader without consequences. We must defend our honor and strike back!"I softened my eyes, my voice gentle yet resolute. "I share your sentiment, Rylan. No one wants justice more than I do," I said, my gaze shifting to Scarlett briefly before returning to Rylan. "But vengeance without a clear strategy will only lead to further harm. We must be calculated and precise in our actions."My words hung in the air, the room filled with a tense silence. The pack warriors exchanged glances, torn between their loyalty to me and their burning desire for immediate retribution.In that moment, Sca
Marco’s POVAs we held each other tightly, seeking solace in our embrace, a soft knock interrupted our intimate moment. I reluctantly pulled away from Scarlett, wiping away the last traces of tears from my cheeks. With a nod, I gave the guard permission to enter.The guard stepped into the room, his eyes filled with determination. "Alpha Marco, Beta Scarlett," he greeted respectfully. "I bring urgent news. Our scouts have uncovered several leads that could potentially lead us to the hidden base of Swift Claw."A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins, replacing the heaviness in my heart. "Tell me everything," I commanded, my voice steady, the weight of responsibility settling upon my shoulders once again.The guard proceeded to outline the findings, detailing the possible locations and the level of risk involved in each potential lead. Scarlett stood by my side, her unwavering support tangible in the room, as we absorbed the information."These leads are promising, Marco," she
Scarlett’s POVBefore I could comprehend what was happening, my legs gave way beneath me, and I began to collapse. Panic surged through me, but Marco's strong arms caught me just in time, preventing me from hitting the ground. His voice filled my ears, a mixture of urgency and fear, calling out my name."M...Marco," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. The sound of my own name felt distant, as if it were echoing from a faraway place. I desperately clung to consciousness, but it slipped through my fingers like sand.I could hear Marco's frantic shouts for help, his voice fading in and out as my senses blurred. Fear welled up within me, mingling with the growing darkness that threatened to consume me whole. I tried to hold on, to fight against the encroaching emptiness, but it was a losing battle.As the world around me dissolved into blackness, I surrendered to the void, my thoughts consumed by worry for Marco. I didn't want to leave him, not like this. But the strength to re
Marco’s POVAs the healers tended to Scarlett, I felt a mixture of relief and concern wash over me. Seeing her awake and aware brought a sense of joy, but the worry lingered in my heart. I couldn't help but wonder what had caused her to faint, and the lingering questions gnawed at me.When a guard entered the room and caught my attention, I excused myself from Scarlett's side, promising her I would return soon. Curiosity burned within me as I followed the guard, his expression grave and serious.We walked briskly through the corridors, our steps purposeful and urgent. As we reached a more secluded area, away from prying eyes and ears, the guard leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper."Alpha, our suspicions were true," he revealed, his voice filled with a mix of trepidation and determination. "We have discovered Swiftclaw's army hideout, and they're amassing a massive force. It surpasses even the numbers we faced when you brought Michael back."A surge of adrenaline coursed th
Marco’s POVAs I stood in the middle of the dark room, the flickering candle at the far end casting eerie shadows on the walls, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The air was heavy with an unexplained tension, and a chill ran down my spine. This place felt unfamiliar, yet there was something hauntingly familiar about it.I cautiously moved closer to the candle, the dim light revealing the details of the room. The walls were adorned with faded tapestries, their once vibrant colors now muted with age. Dust particles danced in the air, stirred by an unknown force, adding to the ethereal atmosphere.As I studied the room, a sense of déjà vu washed over me. It was as if I had been here before, in another time, in another life. But the memories remained elusive, just beyond my grasp, teasing me with their presence.The silence hung heavy, broken only by the faint sound of my own footsteps echoing against the stone floor. Each step seemed to reverberate through the room, amplifying
Marco’s POV My father's words reverberated through my being, echoing like a thunderclap in the deepest recesses of my soul. They shattered the fragile cocoon of confidence that had started to envelop me, leaving behind a disorienting sense of uncertainty and fear. I struggled to find my voice, my words stumbling out in a disjointed manner as I attempted to grasp the full implications of his revelation. "But... but why?" I stammered, my voice quivering with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. "If Swiftclaw poses such a grave threat, shouldn't we be compelled to use every ounce of our power to eliminate him?" A solemn expression crossed my father's weathered face as he reached out, placing a gentle hand on my trembling shoulder. In that moment, his touch held both comfort and gravity, as if he were trying to impart a lifetime of wisdom and burden upon me. "Marco, my son," he began, his voice carrying a weight that matched the heaviness of his gaze. "There is a dark secret that inter
Marco’s POVAs I gathered my bearings in the dimly lit room, a sense of foreboding gripped my heart. The surroundings had transformed from the familiar space I had known before. The walls that were once adorned with ancestral symbols and ancient tapestries were now stained with blood, stretching and contorting in grotesque shapes that seemed to writhe with malevolence. The air crackled with an aura of pure evil, causing a shiver to run down my spine."What is this place?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible amidst the eerie silence. Fear and confusion intertwined within me, but I knew I had to stay vigilant. There was a reason I had been brought here, a purpose yet to be unveiled.As I cautiously navigated the room, my eyes darted across the macabre scene before me. Shadows danced in the corners, their flickering forms seeming to whisper secrets that eluded my comprehension. Every step I took was accompanied by the sound of my own racing heartbeat, reverberating through the