Scarlett's POV
I traveled under a fake name, clutching a passport Ethan's men had handed me before I boarded the private jet. I didn't have much—just a small bag of clothes and my sketchbook.
As the plane soared over the ocean, I looked out the window. Every mile was another layer of distance between me and the life that had tried to kill me. Zoe was quiet now, her head resting on her paws in my mind. She was exhausted, and so was I.
When the plane finally touched down in Nigeria, the first thing I felt was the heat. It wasn't the soft, gentle sun of France. This heat was heavy… powerful… like it was sinking deep into my bones.
A man was waiting for me on the tarmac. He was tall, with skin the color of deep mahogany and a smile that reached his eyes. He didn't look like a soldier or an assassin. He looked like a father.
"You must be Scarlett," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I am Alpha Samuel. Ethan told me you were coming. Welcome to the Silver-Back Pack."
