Scarlett's POV
I ran.
My lungs burned, the alcohol in my system blurring my vision, but the adrenaline forced me to keep running.
I could hear the heavy thud of footsteps behind me—powerful, rhythmic, and closing in. I knew it was him. Alpha Lennox was a warrior; he could catch me in seconds if he truly wanted to.
But then, the footsteps abruptly stopped.
The silence of the woods swallowed the sound of my own frantic breathing. I didn't look back. I kept my head down and pushed through the brush until the dark silhouette of the packhouse loomed ahead. I burst through the side entrance, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I forced myself to slow down, smoothing my hair and wiping the sweat from my forehead as I passed a few lingering omegas in the hall. I pretended everything was fine, nodding stiffly as I climbed the stairs. The moment I reached my room, I threw myself inside and bolted the door.
