Scarlet

I was restless. Uneasy.

Every second crawled beneath my skin like a parasite.

Slow, heavy, maddening.

I felt like I was going to explode. I wanted to storm out of the pack house and join the battle outside. But how could I, when everyone around me, act like a prison guard?

Dad. Carlson. The twins. They were all keeping a hawk’s eye on my every move. And then there was Martina, who was always hovering and always watching as if even my slightest movement would trigger a catastrophe.

“It’s not safe for you to fight,” said my brother’s mate firmly. Her voice carried the weight of something deeper. I...