CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE

Scarlett's POV

My instincts these past years have really been accurate. They have saved me from battles, especially one certain one. It was during the Great Battle, Scarlett. Our pack was facing a formidable enemy, one that seemed unbeatable. The odds were stacked against us, and despair threatened to consume us. But it was then, in the midst of darkness, that my instincts came alive.

I pause briefly, collecting my thoughts, before continuing. "As the battle raged on, I could sense a change in the atmosphere. My wolf senses heightened, alerting me to an imminent danger that even our warriors had failed to detect. It was an eerie silence that fell upon the battlefield, and my instincts urged me to take action."

Your eyes widen with intrigue, your anticipation growing. "What did you do, Freda? How did your instincts guide you?"

A faint smile plays on my lips, my voice infused with conviction. "I called upon our pack to retreat, to fall back from the frontline. It was a decision that def