Scarlett’s POVEthan's gaze bore into mine, intense and unyielding. His features were set in a stern expression that seemed to mask a whirlwind of emotions. "I've seen the signs, Scarlett," he said, his voice carrying a weight of conviction. "The changes in you, the power you've exhibited. It's not a coincidence."I took a shaky step back, my mind racing to counter his claims. "Ethan, I don't know how any of this happened. I swear, I didn't use any black magic. I don't even know how I turned into... into a werewolf."Ethan's eyes narrowed, skepticism evident in his gaze. "You expect me to believe that?" he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. "You've been hiding something, Scarlett. You can't deny that there's a darkness within you that you've been struggling to control."My heart pounded, and a surge of anger mingled with my fear. "I don't know what you're talking about," I insisted, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "I woke up one night, and everything had change
Ethan’s POVEthan stormed away from Scarlett, his mind a whirlwind of anger and frustration. Her words had struck a nerve, cutting through his defenses and stirring up a storm of emotions he hadn't anticipated. How could she accuse him of being manipulated? How could she question his judgment and loyalty?His fists clenched at his sides as he marched back to his tent, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his indignation. He could still hear her voice echoing in his mind, the disbelief evident in her tone. It was as if she had cast doubt on everything he believed in, everything he had worked so hard to achieve.Entering the tent, Ethan slammed the flap shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the canvas walls. He paced back and forth, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He had trusted Scarlett, confided in her, and now she had turned on him, exposing him to doubt and suspicion. He had to set things straight, to make her understand the truth.Soon, Oliver came in. He looked a bit wor
I had always been a kind and loving high school girl, with a heart full of love for everyone around me. Growing up in a small town, I was surrounded by friends and family who cherished me for my gentle nature and big heart.My parents are loving and supportive, and they always encouraged me to follow my dreams and pursue what made me happy. They instilled in me the values of kindness and empathy, which I carried with me throughout my life.I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other, and I had a close group of friends who were like family to me. We would often hang out together, share our dreams and aspirations, and support each other through tough times. My friends were my source of strength and motivation, and I loved them dearly.As for school, I always enjoyed going to class and learning new things. I had a natural curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and I loved exploring different subjects and ideas. I excelled in my studies and was always eager to challenge myself a
Scarlett’s POVI struggled to open my eyes, groaning in pain as I tried to sit up. My body was sore all over, and I felt like I had been run over by a truck. As I looked around, I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. I was back in my room, surrounded by familiar things, but something was not quite right.I blinked a few times, trying to clear my head. The old rugs on the floor were the same ones my mom had thrown away years ago, and the chair in the corner was one I had donated to Goodwill ages ago. I couldn't understand how they had ended up here.My heart racing, I reached for my phone, hoping to find some answers. But when I looked at the screen, my confusion only deepened. The date on my phone was indicating that I was two years back in time. I stared at it, unable to comprehend what was happening. Had everything that had just happened with Ethan and his werewolf friends been a dream? Or had I somehow been transported to the past?I stumbled out of bed, still feeling weak and un
Ethan’s POVAs I watched Scarlett walk away, I couldn't help but feel confused and disoriented. I had no idea what was happening, but one thing was clear: Scarlett was different. She seemed angry, resentful even. And she kept talking about something that I couldn't quite grasp."Why did she keep saying that I hurt her?" I asked myself. "What did I do to her?"Ethan had been ruminating on Scarlett's words for hours now. He couldn't believe that he had hurt her so much, and yet he couldn't remember what he had done. He kept going over all their past interactions, trying to see if he could pinpoint a specific moment that might have caused Scarlett pain or suffering, but nothing came to mind.All he could remember were the good times they had shared - the moments of laughter and love that they had experienced together. He couldn't imagine how he could have hurt Scarlett with all the happiness they had shared. Nevertheless, he was determined to figure it out and make things right between t
Scarlett’s POVDays passed, as I sat in my room staring at my list, trying to decide what my first move would be. I knew that I couldn't just confront Ethan outright; I needed to be more strategic than that. I had to find a way to get under his skin, to make him feel the same pain and betrayal that I had felt. I felt maybe I need to do some little investigations.As I sat there, lost in thought, my phone rang. It was Ethan.I hesitated for a moment, considering whether or not to answer. But in the end, I decided that I had to play it cool. I couldn't let him know what I was planning."Hey," I said, trying to sound casual."Hey, Scarlett," he replied. "Listen, I just wanted to apologize again for what happened the other day. I want you to know that I would never hurt you."I felt a surge of anger rise up in me. How could he be so clueless? So arrogant? Did he really think that he could just apologize and everything would be okay?"Sure," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Apology
Scarlett’s POVI woke up the next day feeling restless and determined to end the curse. I couldn't shake off the feeling that finding the symbol was my only hope. I went through my morning routine on autopilot, barely registering anything around me. My mind was consumed with thoughts of the symbol and how to break the curse.As I sat in class, I tried to focus on the teacher's words, but my thoughts kept drifting. I wondered if anyone else knew about the symbol and the curse. Did they know what I was going through? I felt alone in my quest, but I knew that I had to keep going.When the final bell rang, I practically sprinted out of the school building. I didn't care if anyone saw me; I had a mission to accomplish. I made my way to the forest, the same path I had taken many times before. As I entered the woods, I felt a sense of familiarity and dread wash over me. But I pushed those feelings aside and focused on my goal.I walked for what seemed like hours, my eyes scanning the trees a
Scarlett’s POVThe day seemed to stretch endlessly, as I couldn't focus on anything else but the mysterious items in the box. Every time I tried to distract myself with a task, my mind would wander back to the scroll and the necklace, and I found myself lost in thought once again.I couldn't shake the feeling that these items held immense power and knowledge, and I was determined to uncover their secrets. But where do I even start? I asked myself, feeling overwhelmed by the task at hand.I decided to do some research online, searching for any information on the black crow symbol and the language in which the scroll was written. However, my search yielded no results, and I felt even more frustrated and unsure of what to do next.As the sun began to set, I realized that I had spent the entire day consumed by the mystery of the box. But instead of feeling discouraged, I felt even more motivated to uncover its secrets.With a deep breath, I closed my laptop and looked over at the box once