Scarlett's POV
"Why?" The word left my lips before I could stop it—a small, broken sound that hung in the air of the grand study.
The three Alphas exchanged a look, their faces unreadable. It was Alpha Levi who finally spoke, his voice softening just a little. "We are setting you free, Scarlett… for old time's sake. Before the tragedy, your parents were our friends. We want you to have a chance at a life that isn't defined by the walls of this packhouse. You should be happy."
I nodded slowly, my throat tight. "Yes… I should be happy."
But I wasn't. Since I was six years old, these woods had been my world. I had known this pack as my home, even when it turned into my cage. I had never seen the world beyond the border, and now I was being told to vanish into it.
