Chapter Thirty-Seven

Scarlett’s POV

The moment I step into the packhouse, I can already feel the heaviness in the air. Warriors are moving briskly, omegas are whispering among themselves, and the beta’s assistant stands near the foyer with a tight expression.

He intercepts me the second I cross the threshold.

“Luna—sorry, Miss Scarlett,” he corrects himself quickly. “Alpha Killian sends his apologies. There’s a pack emergency. He won’t be able to see you tonight and says you ...