Scarlett
Katherine and I walked back to the room, our footsteps falling one after another on the hotel corridor’s carpet, like a fragile peace after a ceasefire.
As soon as I shut the door, I said, “Turn on the TV.”
Katherine didn’t ask questions and immediately grabbed the remote. The screen lit up, cutting straight into a live news broadcast—the anchor’s expression was solemn, and the background bore the emblem of the Winter Pack.
“…Just moments ago, Alexander Winchester, heir to the Winter Pack, publicly addressed his relationship with current Luna Scarlett for the first time during a press conference. Despite rumors of discord circulating for over a month…”
“Damn,” Katherine gasped. “He actually held a press conference!”
I held my breath, staring at the screen—until
