Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 246

hapter 246

Scarlett’s POV

I turned my gaze to my half-brother, speaking directly to him. “He killed your father, Nikolay. The man who didn’t even know you existed. David stole that chance from you- the chance to know your father. If you can hate my mother for killing yours, then you should hate him for murdering your father and robbing you of the life you could have had. He will betray you, just as he betrayed him.”

David laughed again, shaking his head. “Don’t waste your breath, Scarlet. Young Nikolay knows the truth, it was his idea to take out Nikolay Vladislav, not

mine.” He looked at Nikolay with a twisted kind of pride. “He knew that if his father ever found out about him, he’d be eliminated. Nikolay doesn’t tolerate

anything that looks like a threat. He knows it had to be done.”

Young Nikolay’s dark, soulless eyes bore into mine with pure hatred. If there was any doubt or hesitation in him, he didn’t show it. His disdain for me was

unwavering, and David’s words only seemed to fuel his resolve. They were waiting-for Lucian to yield, for us to break. But I knew Lucian wouldn’t give in.

Not yet.

Then, without warning, the calm shattered. Wolves began to shift on both sides, their bodies contorting as far and claws replaced flesh and hands. The clash

was immediate and violent, the air filled with growls, snarls, and the sound of teeth tearing into flesh.

Chaos erupted around us as both sides collided. Wolves lunged at each other with unrelenting fury, blood staining the snow beneath their feet. The battle

had begun.

As chaos raged on the battlefield, Midnight’s voice echoed in my mind, steady and clear. “Place a protective barrier with wind magic over our camp. That dark cloud must not touch our people. He won’t see your aura because of the spirit mágic we wield.”

I nodded internally, focusing all my energy on the task. Raising my hands slightly, I called upon the wind, weaving it with spirit magic to form a protective

cloud that settled over our camp.

The process was draining; the effort left me trembling, but I pushed through, knowing how vital it was. If this worked, young Nikolay’s dark smoke would be neutralized, and the wolves would be forced to rely solely on their physical strength and skills. I prayed it was enough.

The battle raged on. I watched Tiger lunge into the fray, moving with incredible precision. When young Nikolay hurled his dark magic toward him, Tiger dodged effortlessly. That reaction spoke volumes-he could see the auras of the attacks. The surprise in their eyes was unmistakable.

“Shift and fight,” Lucian linked to us all, though I knew his message was directed toward young Nikolay. This was Lucian’s territory, his fight.

Clay and Maxwell emerged from the other end of the battlefield, their presence commanding. But young Nikolay wasn’t left exposed for long; his wolves

r closed ranks, protecting him fiercely and forcing my mates to cut through vieious attackers.

I took aim, firing with precision at every enemy wolf I could see. Those who got too close fell not just to my bullets but to the subtle threads of spirit magic I wove into my attacks. To onlookers, it seemed like I was just an exceptional shot, keeping the element of surprise firmly in my favour.

Keith and Emerald fought as one, their bond evident in every move. Keith wielded his magic with devastating precision, and I realized with a pang of

sharing it with his Luna, amplifying her strength. Together, they tore through their opponents with remarkable synergy.

ving solely on brute strength and his weapons. His strikes were relentless, each one driven by a ferocity that seemed

hy, for all their faults, held their ground valiantly, but it was clear they were struggling. I knew they wouldn’t survive

anged.

in prayer, hoping to summon aid from the spirits and tip the scales in our favor. It was a bloodbath. Wolves fell on g red as the fight dragged on. Neither side seemed to gain a clear advantage, and both suffered heavy losses.

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Chapter 246

Then it happened.

Young Nikolay wove his dark magic, and exhaustion overtook me. The barrier faltered, and I felt my knees buckle as the protective winds dissolved.

My first sign of weakness allowed the dark aura to seep through, weaving its deathly threads across the battlefield. Everywhere it touched, wolves crumbled, their strength sapped, leaving them vulnerable. The tide turned in our enemies’ favor, and I dared not use my ether elements, lest his magic corrupt mine. I

was trapped.

The fight dragged on, but the exhaustion in my body was mirrored by the warriors around me. My spirit screamed to shift, to join the fray fully like Keith, to

let Midnight loose. But a voice inside held me back. Not yet. The words were clear, though their meaning eluded me.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

The battlefield fell eerily silent, the clash of teeth and claws replaced by an unnerving stillness. I looked around, trying to make sense of the sudden change, when I saw the horror in the eyes of Tiger, Vin, and Neo. They weren’t looking at the enemy-they were looking at me.

A cold realization gripped me as I glanced down at myself. Young Nikolay’s dark aura was wrapped around me like a living vice, coiling tighter with each passing moment. Panic surged through me as I struggled, desperate to keep my magic from mingling with his. But his magic was overwhelming, suffocating. I felt helpless, my breaths shallow and ragged as he pulled me toward him.

David’s wolf howled triumphantly, and moments later, he shifted back into his human form. He approached me with a smug grin, his footsteps slow and deliberate. His hand reached out, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at my brother.

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