Scarlett

I was stunned as Mother appeared, pulling my father along like a limp doll. His body left a trail of blood on the ground, his weak cries lingering in the air.

This man, who had been a terrifying presence in my nightmares and seemed untouchable, was now reduced to a pitiful, wounded state.

His screams echoed across the place, drawing pack members from their homes like moths to a flame.

A primal satisfaction bloomed in my chest as I watched him squirm, the architect of my suffering finally experiencing pain of his own.

“Who the heck are you?” someone growled. A burly male stepped forward, chest heaved in misguided...