Chapter Forty-Three

Scarlett’s POV

The event begins with a chorus of drums that vibrate through the ground and into my bones. Wolves line the perimeter of the field, their ceremonial robes fluttering with the breeze, their eyes fixed on the long wooden platform where I’m standing. The entire pack feels charged—alive, expectant, and hungry for a show of power.

But none of them look at me the way Killian does. His stare is a physical weight on my skin—heavy, simmering, burning right ...