Scarlett POV
Christmas Eve.
Delaney stood in the doorway one last time, arms folded, trying not to look worried.
“Are you sure you won’t come home with me? Mom’s making the whole damn spread. She still sets a place for you every year.”
I was buried under the covers, half-dead from another day of not giving a s**t.
My wolf was curled up deep in my chest, quiet for once, like even she was tired of existing. I didn’t bother opening my eyes all the way.
“Pass. Go without me. Tell your mom Merry Christmas.”
Delaney stared for a long second, then let out a heavy breath and left.
Before the front door clicked shut, I heard her restocking the fridge:， fruit, vegetables, milk, steak, and two big tubs of the plain Greek yogurt I actually liked.
The soft thump of the fridge door closing s
