Chapter 100 The Breaking Of Scarlet

• Morning light spilled gently through the arched window of the healer’s chamber, casting golden shafts across the stone floor. It crept toward the narrow cot and brushed against Scarlet’s face. Her lashes fluttered at first, then slowly lifted, revealing eyes dazed from slumber.
• She blinked against the light and, with effort, rose upright. Her gaze swept the room—empty. Neither the healer nor Alpha Darius was present.
• But then—there was a sound. A soft clatter from the shelves, as though something had been disturbed.