Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 93

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Scarlett

Chapter 93

But fate was as uniforgiving as the winter wind. My plan had failed. I hadn’t accounted for the border guards, who didn’t drink from the settlement’s water supply. And now, they were tracking me, relentless, guided by their duty to hunt down the outcast running wild in their territory.

The forest thickened around me, branches clawing at my skin, tearing at my clothes as I pushed myself to the edge of my strength. My legs screamed with exhaustion, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. The howl of Noe wolves grew closer, and with each step, my chance of escape seemed to slip further out of

reach.

The wolves were close–too close–and every instinct in me screamed to keep moving, to push beyond my limits, to escape the fate closing in around me. My body felt like it was unraveling, every muscle strained to its breaking point, and my lungs burned with every gasping breath. But I knew, deep down, that this was the limit. I had reached the edge of what my human body could endure. I had no wolf, no power to call on, nothing but the sheer will to keep

going.

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The forest closed in around me, branches reaching out like grasping fingers, tearing at my clothes and skin. I stumbled but caught myself, my body lurching forward, desperate to stay upright.

I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t let them catch me. Death would be better than going back. I knew what awaited me if they dragged me back: chains, cold eyes filled with judgment, an existence stripped of dignity and hope. If I had to end this by leaping from a cliff or slipping into an icy river, so be it. Anything was better than captivity.

In my heart, I knew my mates would move on. They would forget about the broken, wolfless mate who had brought shame to them. They had taken everything from me—the home I had thought was mine, the title I had earned, even the love I had once believed was true. There was nothing left for me here, and though I bore them no ill will, I knew they were better off without me. The North had no place for a Vladislav, a wolfless reject clinging to the past. Three years was too long to wait for freedom–I needed to claim it now, on my terms.

As I ran, a faint voice whispered in my mind. “Surrender, Scarlett.” The words were soft, almost gentle, as if spoken from some hidden place deep within me. I shook my head, dismissing the voice as nothing more than desperation twisting my mind. I couldn’t surrender. I wouldn’t. The only thing left to me was my determination to escape, even if it cost me everything.

My lungs screamed, and my vision began to blur, but I kept running, fueled by sheer willpower. I would collapse before I allowed myself to turn back. But then, the voice came again, this time clearer, as if someone was speaking directly to my heart. “You need to stop, Scarlett.”

It was my own voice, a part of me begging for rest, pleading for peace. But I pushed it aside, afraid of what surrender meant. Afraid that stopping, even for a moment, would mean the end. I couldn’t go back to that place of hatred, judgment, and constant suffering. My fear had become my fuel, driving me forward, propelling me into the unknown.

I wished, in that moment, for magic. A power that could lift me away, carry me far from the pain and the broken dreams left behind. But I had nothing but my own fragile human strength, and as I stumbled again, I knew that strength was fading. My vision blurred, my legs wobbled beneath me, and I realized with dread that my body was about to give out.

But I wouldn’t let it end here. I would rather collapse in the wild, in the depths of the forest, than be taken back. I would fight to the last breath, hold onto my freedom, however fleeting until there was nothing left of me to chase.

Darkness had claimed me, swallowing the last remnants of my will to run, to fight, to escape.

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