RAVEN
I walked into Selene’s room with the tray of snacks like I always did, careful not to let the corners of my mouth twitch into a smirk as the scent of wolfsbane wafted faintly through the air.
“I brought your favorites,” I said calmly, setting the tray down on the center table, pretending to brush off invisible dust from my apron. Selene didn’t even glance at me, just waved her hand dismissively as her friends, those two idiotic shadows of hers, Raina and Lyla—lunged at the snacks like they hadn’t eaten in days.
“You’ve got some nerve showing your face around here,” Raina mumbled with her mouth full, the corners of her lips curled in mockery. “Seriously,” Lyla chimed in, licking her fingers like the wretched creature she was, “did you really think you could escape this pack? You? Raven the pet? Raven the stray?” They all laughed, Selene finally turning her cruel eyes toward me as she took a bite of the poisoned cookie.
“You should just kiss your freedom goodbye, mutt. There’s no
