Wolf was running through the Lunar palace. He knew exactly where he was going and exactly who he was looking for. Scarlet. He rounded the corner to where she was supposed to be and skidded to a halt. There was only a solid stone wall. He spun around, searching for another way. There was no other corridor. He looked everywhere, searched high and low, the entire palace, every second growing more anxious, every moment losing hope. Every minute lasted an hour. And finally he slumped against the wall, defeated. And then he saw a fleck of red against the grey stones. A lock of red hair peeking out from the corner and… blood. He skidded around the corner and there she was, sprawled on the floor. Only her eyes were lifeless.
And then Wolf woke to quiet crying. Scarlet had her face buried in her pillow, sobbing softly.
Scarlet wasn't even trying to fight the pain. Her torturer was no longer a inexperienced young lunar, Levana now stood before her. It was pure agony, indescribable pain. Her mind seemed to strain against itself and the world looked to be spinning. There was nothing in this world worse. And there was no greater blessing than when everything seemed to fade away and she felt herself being shaken awake.
Scarlet's eyes flickered open only to find Wolf staring back at her. She could feel the tears running down her face and she quickly brushed them away. While Wolf didn't speak a single word his eyes asked a million questions.
"I'm fine," she insisted, "Just a nightmare." Yet just the memory had her crying again and she knew there was no point trying to hide the tears from him. So Scarlet let herself be gathered into Wolf's arms, let herself be comforted.
"You have no idea how lucky you are to not have nightmares."
"I have nightmares. The same one every night about losing you again, and again, and again."