Scarlett's POV
Two days later.
The mansion felt completely different now. The warm, lively packhouse I used to know was gone, replaced by a cold, quiet fortress. Everywhere I looked, people were getting ready for a battle they didn't know if they could win.
I stood by my bedroom window, staring down at the courtyard. The sun was just starting to set, casting long, dark shadows across the grass. Below me, the pack was in full military mode.
Younger omegas and older pack members were busy moving heavy wooden crates filled with silver weapons and medical supplies into the secure underground bunkers. On the main fields, the sound of growling and heavy footsteps didn't stop. Leonard was pushing the warriors harder than ever. Even from up here, I could see how exhausted the fighters looked, their bodies covered in sweat and dirt as they practiced defense formations over and over again.
They were preparing for a massacre. My pack was going to bleed because of me.
