Scarlett let out a gasp as she dashed through the woods. When she heard her grandfather's angry words, it came along with the realisation that he knows who she is. But how did he discover this? Scarlett's only thought as she ran in the cold night and almost full moonlight was to go to the territory to meet Mace and stay there for the time being for safety. She tried to catch her breath and inhaled deeply, but suddenly covered her nose when she smelled something bad.Rogues.Scarlett entered through the gate, but there were no guards stationed at the entrance. She took a look around and noticed how dry everything was. Where has everyone gone? She pondered. The packhouse was her first stop. She could smell blood when she arrived, and it was as desolate as a desert. She attempted to mindlink Mace, but it did not work. Scarlett sighed as she approached Simon's mansion and smelled the scent of werewolves.Simon must have kept them all in his house for their own safety. Speaking of which, s

The burial rights for Mace and the rest of the deceased werewolves were performed the moment the moon surfaced over the clouds. Simon poured himself a cup of whiskey and drank it before pouring it over the fire to put it out. Scarlett locked her gaze on him, smiling with the reassurance that she would be there for him whenever he needed it.Simon was curious about Adolpha and Anton's whereabouts. They never showed up for anything. He sighed. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight.""I understand how you feel, Simon. I completely do. Good job in completing this ritual."Simon turned to the pack. "I appreciate everyone's presence. It means a lot that we're all here for our brothers and sisters who died in the fight. We will only go forward from now..." Following a gunshot, a scream was heard, cutting Simon off. He fixed his gaze on Scarlett. "Was that a...""Gunshot," Scarlett finished. "The hunters." She took a look around and could hear murmurs. "Everyone relax," she said."Cyph