Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237

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Scarlett’s POV

Although most of our days were spent training for the inevitable, we tried to savor the fleeting peace we had left, living each momend as if it were out last. It was an unspoken agreement among us a quiet acknowledgment of the grim reality we faced.

There was a very real possibility that not all of us would make it through the battle. The uncertainty surrounding the future only made that possibility more pressing.

The absence of visions was deeply unsettling. Neither Keith nor I could see anything, and the seers were equally blind. Even the spirits, usually so eager to guide us, remained silent. Elsa believed this silence was due to the precarious nature of our fate-the future was yet to be decided.

That uncertainty should have offered some comfort, but it didn’t. It meant that both sides were evenly matched, and the battle could go either way. A victory wasn’t guaranteed, and I couldn’t shake the thought that we might be on the losing side.

Time seemed to slip through our fingers. Days passed quickly, blurring into one another as the training intensified. It was grueling, but

necessary. None of us knew when Nikolay would strike, but we had to be ready for him when he did.

The fact that fate seemed to have drawn a veil over us only added to the tension. No glimpses of what was to come, no whispers from the

spirits-just silence. The lack of forewarning wasn’t reassuring; it was suffocating. It made the unknown loom larger, darker, and more

threatening.

Meanwhile, Tasha and Timothy remained steadfast in their defiance, refusing to leave Redcape. They campaigned tirelessly against me, trying to sow discord among the pack members. But their efforts were fruitless.

The people knew better than to stand against me and my mates. Still, their stubborn refusal to return home felt like a bad omen. It was clear their fate was intertwined with the coming battle. They wouldn’t escape it.

When the time came, they’d be swept up in the conflict alongside everyone else, whether they wanted to be or not.

Keith, for his part, spent most of his free time with Emerald. It was clear he was making the most of the moments they had left together.

Though he rarely spoke about it, I could see the weight of what had happened in the West pressing on him. He carried it well, as he always did, hiding his emotions behind his calm demeanor. But I knew him too well to be fooled. The pain was there, simmering beneath

the surface.

Garland brought news from his alphas about the situation in the East. Unlike the West, the Eastern packs hadn’t resisted Nikolay’s

takeover.

They submitted to his rule, obedient to their Valkin alpha. Because of this, there had been no war, no destruction-just quiet surrender.

However, not all of the alphas were loyal to Nikolay and David. Many had escaped, slipping away with their betas, and were now making

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It seemed my half-brother and David didn’t trust or value the alphas enough to work with them. Instead, they eliminated those they deemed a threat, and in doing so, they drove others to our side.

As I watched the preparations unfold, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of hope and despair. The alphas and their hotas had homes to fight for-territories, families, legacies they wanted to protect.

That gave them a stake in the war, a reason to stand against Nikolay and David. For my mates and me, the stakes were no less personal. To let Nikolay and David take control would be to doom our world to eternal darkness. It would mean losing the freedom my father had fought so hard to preserve.

This wasn’t just a battle for survival-it was a battle for the soul of our world. We couldn’t let darkness thrive, no matter the cost.

I lay beside Lucian in his room, craving a moment of calm amidst the storm of our lives. His room was the most comfortable in the apartment, and his bed, the biggest, felt like the perfect place to escape. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to quiet the constant swirl of thoughts in my head.

The idea of a life without Nikolay and David lingered in my mind, a fragile hope that felt almost too distant to grasp. Would we even get

there? Would we survive to see it?

Lucian was beside me, but his silence spoke volumes. I could tell he was lost in his own thoughts, his usual energy muted. I couldn’t bring

myself to disturb him, so I lay there, imagining a future where the battles were behind us.

A future where no one else had to suffer or say goodbye. But the weight of my bloodline pressed on me like a heavy blanket. People had always whispered about the doom my lineage brought, and I couldn’t help but think they might have been right.

My father had unknowingly created something monstrous in Nikolay. And then there was that vision-the rider, bearing my face. It still

chilled me to my core.

My spiraling thoughts were interrupted when Maxwell walked into the room. Without a word, he climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. His playful grin was impossible to ignore, and before I knew it, he was tickling me, forcing a

laugh from my lips.

“What’s with the gloom?” he whispered in my ear, his tone light but concerned.

I shook my head and smiled faintly. “Sometimes silence is another form of meditation,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

He raised an eyebrow and sat up. “Come on, let’s take a walk,” he said, stretching out a hand toward me.

I glanced over at Lucian, silently asking if he wanted to come with us. He shook his head. “Not up for a stroll right now,” he said softly. His gaze remained distant, locked on something I couldn’t see.

Maxwell pulled me closer. “Come on, Scarlett,” he said, practically dragging me out of bed. “Let’s go.”

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Chapter 237

As we walked out, I asked, “Where’s Clay**

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