Chapter 189

Scarlett’s POV

“What’s going on?” I managed to ask Clay, my voice barely a whisper. We stood in the dimly lit hallway, and the look on his face made my heart skip Fear had taken root in his expression, something rarely saw there. Worry, thick and consuming, etched lines across his forehead as he looked past me eyes clouded with something deeper, something dark.

“Garland has finally come,” Lucian said, his tone grim, his voice heavy ke a stone sinking into deep water. My heart lurched, a rush of dread curling through my stomach. I could feel the change within me-my wolf, stirred beneath the surface, her presence intensifying my anxiety. The air was charged thick with tension and something else. Something sharper. Deadlier.

Clay, Lucian, and Maxwell weren’t just standing around; they were moving with purpose, linking minds, mobilising troops, readying themselves. The truth hit me then like a cold slap. This wasn’t a skirmish or a raid like we’d faced before when those thieves tried to steal women from Redcape. No. This was something much darker, a real battle. This was war.

I felt the power thrumming through me, the magic simmering beneath my skin, and Midnight’s primal strength lurking within, ready to be unleashed. But doubt clung to me, thick as fog. Would I really be able to fight?

“Stay, inside, Scarlett,” Lucian said, his voice steady but tinged with worry. “We don’t want you getting hurt.”

But Midnight, fiared to life, her spirit refusing to be caged.