Scarlett’s POV

I don’t plan the escape.

I don’t have time to.

It happens because my body finally stops listening to fear—and starts listening to the thing humming under my skin. The thing the ancestral healer has been trying to wake in me for weeks.

The lock on the room Kieran confined me to clicks again, metal groaning like the walls are tired of holding me. My pulse spikes. My breaths turn sharp. My wolf paces violently inside me, clawing, frantic, whispering—

Run. Now. Now, ...