ВойтиRaven’s POV I rush back ignoring Caleb, he's done so much for me and it's my turn now. I am strong and capable. At Nadine-West I notice Raphael’s soldiers are moving slower and their glowing armor dimming as if someone is draining the life out of them. I looked around and I see him, the man that made me come back here, Raphael, He’s hunched over, one knee on the cracked ground, hand pressed against his chest where I struck him. Blood coating his fingers, dark and thick. His breaths come in sharp, ragged pulls, each one sounding like they tear through his lungs. He looks up as soon as I step forward. His eyes turn storm blue, his gaze unstable but beneath all that I see a flicker in them or maybe it's just my imagination. “R... Raven…” he coughs, a thread of awe and agony mixed. “You came back.” He sounds glad, but his voice icks me. I glare at him, lightning sparking in my palms, I just want to finish him off because if I leave him he'll come back to hurt us again. “You
Raven’s POV I feel so uneasy, I pace up and down the kitchen with my coffee mug in my hand, he should be back by now, or maybe sent a message for me. But this silence is something he's never done, he has never wanted me worried, then why is he so quiet today? Suddenly, the bond snaps tight in my chest and I drop the mug in my hand. It shatters on the kitchen floor, but I don’t hear it. My heart is pounding too violently, something is definitely wrong. 'Caleb?' I whisper through the bond but I don't even feel him, all I feel is pain, just pain. I must go to him, he needs me. The pain intensifies, I clutch the kitchen counter steadying myself as my vision darkens at the edges. Then suddenly I hear a scream, he screams for me, he's hurt. 'Baby, I'm coming!' I focus all my power in searching for exact place he is. The air around me flickers, the lights shimmer, shadows stretch, wind rushes in from nowhere. I teleport to where my heart leads me, to him. Fear grips me as anot
Caleb’s POV The takeover of Nadine-West should have felt like victory. The land is settled, patrols are established, Mason and Zahra are secured in custody. Warriors are tending to the injured, reorganizing territory, standing tall after a clean strike, everything is finally… quiet, too quiet. Even Morris feels it, pacing the perimeter with a frown carved into his face, something heavy sits in the air, something waiting. I try to shake it off, but the unease clings to me like a second skin. I left Raven earlier with a promise I’d return, and as the sun dips low, all I want is to go home, to lay beside her, to breathe. I’m halfway across the courtyard when the wind suddenly shifts, the ground trembles once. “What the hell was that?” a warrior whispers, before we can comprehend what's happening another tremor is heard , then another. Morris stiffens. “Positions... now.” He orders but before the command fully leaves his lips, the sky tears open. A storm, black and electric, f
Caleb's POV Days pass after the anniversary party, but the warmth of that night doesn’t stay. It fades, replaced by something colder, heavy strategy, shifting alliances, old ambitions resurfacing. The Blood-howl pack has been eyeing Nadine-West for years. And honestly? I’ve never disagreed. That land is fertile and verg strategic. It connects forest, river, and trade routes that could triple our resources. Meanwhile, Mason has been running the place like a spoiled child pretending to be an Alpha. Half-present in his duties, barely training his warriors and lets not speak of the people, he doesn't even know how to protect them, he's just a disgrace of a leader. To top it all up, I loathe him for torturing my Raven, I just hate remembering the times. If it were up to me, he'd have been dead by now. But losing his Alpha title is more than enough, losing all that power and luxury will be perfect. So when Morris calls me into his office, when he spreads the maps and outlines t
Raven’s POV The lights of the anniversary party shimmer like tiny stars scattered across the courtyard. Music flows around us, warm and steady, the kind that makes your heart thump in time with the drums. People laugh, clink glasses, dance. Everything smells like roasted meat, flowers, and joy. But my mind keeps drifting back to the couple Caleb introduced me to, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I can still feel Mrs. Jones’ trembling hands on my arms. I can still see the way her eyes filled with tears the moment she looked at me. The grief in her voice… the way she held me like she’d been waiting to touch me for years. That pain stayed with me. Caleb squeezes my hand again, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Hey,” he whispers beside me. “You okay?” I nod slowly. “I just… I didn’t expect that. She looked at me like she’d known me once.” Caleb hums softly. “She misses her daughter. You gave her a moment of comfort, even if it hurt too.” Something warm fills my stomach at h
Caleb’s POV The anniversary party lights up the entire pack grounds, fairy lights strung across the courtyard, lanterns swaying gently with the breeze, music humming warm and low as pack members mingle. Wolves laugh, glasses clink, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels alive.But nothing in this place is more beautiful than the woman walking beside me.Raven’s hand is wrapped in mine as we step into the venue. She’s wearing the soft green dress we chose together, her hair flowing freely down her back. She looks ethereal… like someone carved from light and moonfire. And everyone sees it.Heads turn, conversations pause, people whisper her name, in awe.Good, let them stare, let them all see who stands next to me.I tighten my arm around her waist and lower my voice. “Ready to be shown off, my love?”She blushes immediately, swatting my chest lightly. “Caleb!”“What?” I grin. “This party has food, music, and the perfect woman in my arms. I’m allowed to be happy.”She







