Chapter 92: Lake

Scarlett’s POV

​Leo totally ignored my request for him to leave.

​"You’re burning up," Leo murmured, his hand lingering near my cheek. I could feel the heat radiating off his palm. "And not just because of the fear of the full moon. Your head is spinning, Scarlett."

​I pushed his hand away, but the heat of the night was becoming unbearable. It wasn’t just the temperature; it was the pressure in my chest, the dream, and the way Zoe was pacing in my mind. The air felt thick, like wool in my lungs.

​"The lake is quiet this time of night," Leo said, a challenge sparking in those sea-blue eyes. "The water is freezing. It’ll stop the noise in your head. Come on. Run with me. If you can keep up, I’ll let you have whatever you request."

​I glared at him, my competitive streak finally flaring up through the exhaustion. The idea of the cold water hitting my skin was too tempting to resist. "I can outrun you in my sleep, Leo."

​He smirked, a flash of white teeth in the dark. "Come on, then."

​He began to swing himself back over the railing, descending the trellis with a fluid, predator-like grace. I hesitated for a second—thinking of Ethan, thinking of the rumors, thinking of the other two brothers who were likely sleeping just down the hall. But then I thought of the blood in my dream and the fire in my veins.

​Fuck it.

and helping me land gently on the soft earth. I swallowed hard, his touch sending a jolt through me that made my breath hitch. He didn’t pull away

do we leave?" I whispered, looking toward

front gate," he said simply, already leading the

will see us," I hissed, grabbing his arm to stop

didn’t even slow

packhouse sleeping, but the grounds were crawling with sentries. I could feel their eyes on us as we walked across the open lawn—an Alpha and the girl everyone was gossiping about. I braced myself for a challenge, but none of them dared say a word. They simply bowed their heads as Leo passed. He was their

iron gate. The guards on duty pulled them open, bowing deeply to Leo. I followed him out, my heart hammering against my ribs. We walked toward the lake, a two-minute trek through the dense trees where the air smelled

the trees cleared, the lake opened

movements. He began to undress right there on the shore, his clothes hitting the sand in a careless heap.

his muscular thighs. "Come in," he called back, his voice a low lure. "The water

just physically but emotionally. One by

just because of the biting cold air, but because of the intensity of Leo’s gaze. He wasn’t teasing anymore. He was staring at me like I was the only thing left in the world,

coming,

answer him. I couldn’t. My voice was trapped somewhere in my throat. I stepped into the water, and the transition from the humid night air to the icy lake was like a slap to my system. I gasped, the cold biting at my ankles, then my knees, as I

freezing," I managed to whisper, my

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