Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Scarlett’s POV

Two months of isolation, labor, and silence had chipped away at me until there was barely anything left. I knew that if I stayed, I would lose myself entirely.

I had to leave, even if it meant risking everything. Three years of servitude was a sentence I couldn’t endure, not with every day slowly erasing my will to

live. I’d endured enough. I had no more patience, no more hope for redemption in the eyes of the pack or my mates. I needed to break free.

The only plan that came to mind was simple but dangerous: put the entire settlement to sleep. I knew where the water tank that supplied the settlement was located; it was in the woods, not heavily guarded. If I added enough Garnicia pollen and Wolfsbane to the water, everyone who drank or cooked with it would fall into a deep sleep, giving me a chance to slip away undetected. Once I reached the highway, I’d find any vehicle heading east or west, wherever I could escape this place. The plan felt reckless, but in my desperation, it seemed wise. It was time for me to escape, to take my life back after being dragged

under for so long.

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The next day, as I returned from the farm, I overheard two women talking.

“Alpha Lucian will be bringing the new Luna next week,” one of them said, casting a mocking glance in my direction before bursting into giggles with her friend. The words hit like a blade. I felt a wrenching pain in my chest, but I should have expected it. My mates had moved on, and this was the final blow. That night, I resolved I would not be here to see it happen. This was my chance to leave, and I would not look back.

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The following day, I completed my farm work early, gathering Garnicia pollen and Wolfsbane leaves from the forest as I moved. When evening fell, I slipped through the trees toward the water tank. Climbing up, I emptied a large amount of the pollen powder into the tank, tossing in a few Wolfsbane leaves for good measure. My hands shook with the mix of fear and anticipation as I climbed back down, rushing back to my small room. Now, I had to wait. I knew that once the settlement began using the water, the effects would take hold.

Toward dusk, I glanced outside, noticing that the streets were empty. People were supposed to be out and about, and yet the whole settlement was eerily silent. I took a deep breath, feeling a surge of hope, and stepped outside, my heart racing as I moved through the quiet streets, sticking to the shadows.

I was so close to freedom I could almost taste it, but my heart sank when I heard voices up ahead. I’d made a crucial oversight–the border guards didn’t rely on the settlement’s water supply, and they’d recently changed shifts. Why hadn’t I thought of this? But it was too late to second–guess myself. If I didn’t go now, I might never have another chance. Gathering my courage, moved forward, hoping I could slip past them and finally escape this place that had become my prison.

My feet flew across the frozen ground, the sharp bite of the icy earth searing through the thin soles of my worn boots, but I didn’t stop. The air burned in my lungs, each breath punctuated by the sheer terror coursing through me. Behind me, I heard the ominous howl of wolves closing in, echoing through the darkened woods. They were on my trail. I knew that if I faltered for even a moment, they would catch up, and everything I had endured–all the pain, all the isolation–would have been for nothing.

The cold, stark reality settled in as I ran: I was alone, utterly defenseless. i had no wolf to lend me speed or strength, no powers to call upon in my time of need. I was wolfless, stripped bare of any advantage, and I could feel that vulnerability with every step, every heartbeat pounding in my ears. My mates had abandoned me, the people I’d once trusted had betrayed me, and now I was an outcast in the wilderness, running for a life that seemed to shatter further with every passing second.

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t risk losing the precious seconds it would take to check how close they were or where I was going. I wasn’t running towards a destination; I was running for the hope of something better, for a place that wasn’t here—a place far from the North and South, far from the heavy chains of

my past.

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Chapter 92

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