LOGINRavena’s POV
The carriage ride back from the palace felt endless as my mind kept replaying everything that had happened.
Evander's POV I had not meant to eavesdrop.I had only come to check on them. That was all. Just a quiet check before I retired for the night, making sure the door was secure, that Erik had settled, that Ravena was not sitting alone in the dark the way she sometimes did when the grief crept back in and she thought no one noticed.But then I heard her voice through the cracked door, and I stopped.
Ravena's POV In the days that followed, whenever Evander and I were in the same room, Erik would immediately position himself between us.If Evander tried to sit beside me, Erik would squeeze into the space, using his small body to create a barrier.If Evander reached for my hand, Erik would grab it first and hold tight.If Evander spoke to me, Erik would make those broken sounds, drawing my attention back to him.It was constant and relentless. Almost comical if it were not so heartbreaking.Evander noticed, of course. How could he not?And being the perceptive man he was, he changed his approach.He stopped moving with the commanding presence of a general and stopped filling rooms with his alpha energy.Instead, he became gentle and… soft spoken. Almost scholarly in his behaviour.He thought it would help. Thought Erik would feel less threatened.But it had the opposite effect.Erik became more agitated and fearful.He would stare at Evander with wide, terrified eyes. Like he was w
Ravena's POV I held Erik, my tears soaking into his hair."I'm so sorry," I whispered over and over. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault. All of it."Erik pulled back slightly and looked at me with those haunted eyes. Then he shook his head and reached for the paper and the brush again, his hand still trembling from exhaustion.
Ravena's POV After our discussion, Evander sent for a physician.An older man arrived within the hour, carrying a worn leather bag, and moving with the calm efficiency of someone who had seen everything.He examined Erik thoroughly, checking his injuries, his leg, his throat, his overall condition.
Ravena's POV We rode without stopping. Without rest. Without mercy for ourselves or the horses.The journey to Ironhold would normally take a full day. But we covered the distance in half that time.By the time the city walls came into view, the horses were lathered with sweat. We were exhausted, but none of that mattered.
Ravena's POV Evander's words broke something inside me.All the grief I had buried. All the pain I had locked away. All the guilt I had carried for years.It all came pouring out."My brother," I gasped between tears. "He might have left someone behind. A son. His fle
Ravena's POVFor the first time in a long time, I slept without feeling burdened by the weight of the past.The morning air seemed softer than usual. The pain in my chest wasn’t as heavy, and when I opened my eyes, the tent didn’t feel like a prison anymore. I breathed in slowly, the cold biting my
Ravena's POVA chill suddenly ran down my spine, not from fear, but from recognition. I had seen that look before, in the eyes of wolves who had lost everything. Wolves with nothing left to lose.She hurried towards the dagger, her fingers clawing at the dirt like she was drowning and it was her on
Ravena's POVAfter the soldiers left, I found myself walking beside him.The camp was quiet now, slowly coming to life after the hectic morning. Soldiers returned to their duties and the air smelled of sweat, leather, and roasted meat. But beside the prince, it felt different and somewhat… calmer.
Ravena's POVAstrid claws were extended, yes, but there was something else.In the fading light, a sharp flash of silver caught my attention, and my eyes locked on it immediately. It was a dagger. Small, curved, and shining with a sickly green tint that made my stomach twist.My wolf snarled inside







