Novels by Zophirya

RAVENI woke up to my phone exploding with notifications.My alarm clock read 6:47 AM. I'd slept three hours, still wearing yesterday's blood-stained clothes, the silver chain cold against my wrist. Dominic was five rooms away, hooked to an IV that was supposedly flushing the silver from his system.The notifications kept coming."OMG did you see the video???""Is that really you at the ice arena?""My dad said there was a gang fight. Were you there???"I opened Instagram and my stomach dropped.Someone had live-streamed the entire fight. Twenty-three thousand views and climbing. The video showed everything—wolves shifting, Theo shooting Marcus, me with claws extending from my hands."No no no." I scrolled through comments."CGI is getting so good""Obviously fake but cool effects""Blackridge hockey team doing some viral marketing thing?""That's Raven Carter from my English class lmao"Thank God most people thought it was fake. But some comments made my blood run cold."I know what

RAVENThe bullet exploded from Theo's gun even as he lay crumpled against the boards. Not unconscious—playing dead.It caught Marcus in the chest, and this time, the Alpha didn't dodge.He stumbled back, blood blooming across his shirt, and the arena erupted into chaos again."Move!" Theo was on his feet impossibly fast, tackling Sarah before she could stab me. They went down in a tangle of limbs and silver blade.I grabbed Dominic, trying to drag him away from the spreading pool of blood beneath us. Silver poisoning turned his veins black, crawling up his neck toward his heart."Leave me." His voice was barely a rasp. "Get out.""Not happening." I looked around desperately. Jax was fighting the three wolves who'd held him, using moves that were definitely not legal in any combat sport. The hockey players who were on our side fought like they'd practiced this exact scenario and maybe they had."Raven, behind you!"I turned just as one of Marcus's wolves lunged. I didn't think, just re

RAVENThe equipment tunnels beneath Blackridge Ice Arena smelled exactly like every high school locker room, old sweat, rubber, and teenage desperation. Theo led the way with a flashlight, his hockey teammates flanking us in formation. Behind me, Dominic's hand stayed pressed against my lower back, possessive even now."These tunnels run under the entire complex." Theo's voice echoed off concrete walls covered in graffiti and old team photos. "Visiting team locker rooms, Zamboni garage, maintenance corridors. The cooling system for the ice runs through here, masks scent, drowns out sound. Silverfangs won't know we're coming until we're already there.""How long have you been planning this?" Jax asked from behind us, suspicious as always."Three months. Since the day Marcus killed my father." Theo didn't slow down. "Dad found something in the old pack records. Something about Raven's bloodline. He was going to tell the council, expose Marcus's plans. Never got the chance.""What plans?

RAVENThe compound exploded into motion. Dominic barked orders, perimeter secure, weapons check, extraction team prep, while I stood frozen, watching the live stream counter tick down. Fifty-seven minutes. Fifty-six."Raven." Mom grabbed my arms. "Sarah is my twin. She's been missing since before you were born. I thought….I thought she was dead.""How convenient that she shows up now," Jax muttered, studying his phone. "Right when they need leverage.""You think I'm lying?" Mom's voice cracked. "That's my sister on that screen!""I think the Silverfangs are excellent at manipulation." Dominic moved to a weapons cabinet, pulling out silver-loaded guns. "They've had years to plan this. Find the perfect hostage, the perfect bait.""So we just let her die?" I couldn't look away from the stream. Sarah's face was older than Mom's, harder, but the resemblance was unmistakable. "We just watch while they—""We plan." Dominic's tone left no room for argument. "Jax, get the tactical team. I want

RAVENI made it through the first period before my hands started shaking.Chemistry felt surreal, Mr. Peterson droning about molecular bonds while I knew werewolves existed, while my own DNA was rewriting itself, while everything I thought I knew had shattered. I stared at my lab partner mixing solutions and wondered if she'd scream if she knew what sat next to her."Miss Carter?" Mr. Peterson's voice cut through my spiral. "The answer?"I had no idea what the question was. "Um….""Covalent bonds." The answer came from behind me. I turned to see a girl I'd never noticed before, her eyes flashing gold for just a second before returning to normal brown.Another wolf. In my chemistry class. How many were there?Lunch came too slowly and too fast. I grabbed a tray of food I wouldn't eat and headed for my usual corner table, but movement outside the cafeteria windows caught my eye.The hockey team was on the ice for afternoon practice.I should have kept walking. Should have minded my own

RAVEN I ran. Not away from the warehouse, because Dominic would just catch me. I ran deeper into it, past rusted machinery and broken crates, until I found a corner where shadows swallowed me whole and I could finally breathe. Mate bond. Fated mate. The words looped through my head like a curse. He was marrying my mother in four days. Four days. And he just told me we were destined to be together? That some cosmic force had decided we belonged to each other? "This is insane." I pressed my hands against my face, feeling the heat there, the way my skin prickled with something that wasn't quite fear. "This whole thing is insane." "Running won't change it." Dominic's voice came from the darkness, closer than it should have been. He moved like a predator, silent and sure. "The bond doesn't care about human morality. It doesn't care that I'm about to marry your mother. It just is." "Then break it." I spun to face him, finding his silhouette in the shadows. "If it's so wrong, just br