Scarlett

The pack hall felt warm and inviting as Alisha stood before me. Her appearance had changed. She looked thinner, more cautious, her eyes holding a complexity I hadn’t seen before.

She stood before me, a ghost from my past. Her presence was both tormenting and promising redemption. The air between us was heavy with unspoken memories and pain that words couldn’t convey.

“Scarlett,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Is that you, sister?”

“Yes,” I ...