Chapter 183:Desperate Measures

(Scarlett's POV) My hands were still shaking from the aftermath of the explosion. The satisfaction of destroying half of Darian's hunting lodge had been worth it, even if it meant I now had soot streaking my face and arms. The kitchen and living room were completely decimated—blackened walls, shattered windows, and the acrid smell of smoke permeating everything. Darian had practically dragged me to another section of the estate, his face contorted with fury as he muttered curses under his breath. His injured wrist from where I'd bitten him was hastily bandaged, blood still seeping through the cloth. "You'll stay here," he'd growled, shoving me into a bedroom at the far end of the lodge. "And if you try anything like that again, I won't be so lenient." I'd merely smiled at him, enjoying his rage. Let him be angry. Let him understand that I wasn't some docile wolf he could control. The bedroom was small but functional—a single bed with worn blankets, a dresser with a cracked mirror,