Scarlett POV
Being locked up sucked. Straight-up boring as hell.
Jaxen wasn’t starving me or anything—he made sure I had food, a staff waiting on me, and a damn mansion with killer views. But the real kick in the gut? No phone, no internet, no way to reach the outside world or hear from it. I felt cut off, like I’d washed up on some deserted island, drifting while life kept rolling on without me.
Two burly guards parked outside my door 24/7 killed any easy exit.
So after waking up, I paced the room like a caged animal, brain spinning for any way out. My wolf stirred restlessly under my skin, claws itching to scratch free, a low growl echoing in my chest that I swallowed down.
I kept circling back to the window.
To get the hell out of this house, I’ve gotta start here, right?
I sca
