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RAVEN’S POVThe minute I stepped through the doors of the house I left behind, everything—the memories of the life I left behind—starts rushing back.Nan in the kitchen while I am sat on the kitchen counter, telling her everything that had happened back in school.The both of us seated on the sitting room floor, ignoring the couch as we both talk about our secrets, while playing tell me a secret.Or when we had a movie night and slept on the couch.I missed Nan.Being back here made me realized I had completely forgotten how much I missed her. My heart ached so badly.There was unbearable pain, but the pain wasn’t just from me missing Nan. It was coming from the bond I shared with Damien.Was he in pain?Did something happen to Vera?Or did something happen to him?Why was I worried about Damien,after everything? He took my life right without an ounce of human emotion?I had my wolf to thank for surviving, althoughCHAPTER 45DAMIEN’S POVThe punishment from the Spiritfang was that I looked for Raven myself.No guards.No warriors.No pack.Just me.To the Spiritfang, it wasn’t my punishment. I was just to look for Raven, else I won’t be able to return to the palace.At first, I didn’t understand how cruel that truly was.Raven had vanished like smoke, swallowed by fear, pain, and my own mistakes.But I didn’t know where to start, so I decided to start from the forest, since that was where we lost her.I had been trailing the forest for so long, but all I could catch was Raven’s scent around the forest. It was faint now, rushed off by the wind, but I had to find her.Then I felt the pull from the bond. It was like—as though the farther I walked into the forest, the closer I got to her.I followed the pull from the bond until I stood before the slab of rock.The same slab etched with ancient words on it. The stories were that this hel
CHAPTER 44RAVEN’S POVI had emerged—finally. I didn’t know if it was as a result of my mother appearing to me, but either way she was right. They were.My wolf ran wild into the forest. It was late and dark, and I couldn’t control her.My hearts pounded loudly, drowning my thoughts. I wasn’t used to this—but she enjoyed it.Just running through the forest beneath the moon, the wind rushing past us, the earth solid and alive beneath our paws.For a moment, I thought that was all it was going to be. Freedom.But I was wrong. She was hungry.Not for food.For release.For all the time she had been locked away.For somewhere to pour all her fear pain and anger into.Then I smelled it.Humans.Two of them.She wanted to feel in charge. I could sense it from the way I looked at them.They were walking along the edge of the forest talking quietly, unaware. Their voices sounded too loud, too careless.
CHAPTER 43RAVEN’S POVThe minute I stepped through the doors of the house I left behind, everything—the memories of the life I left behind—starts rushing back.Nan in the kitchen while I am sat on the kitchen counter, telling her everything that had happened back in school.The both of us seated on the sitting room floor, ignoring the couch as we both talk about our secrets, while playing tell me a secret.Or when we had a movie night and slept on the couch. I missed Nan.Being back here made me realized I had completely forgotten how much I missed her. My heart ached so badly.There was unbearable pain, but the pain wasn’t just from me missing Nan. It was coming from the bond I shared with Damien.Was he in pain? Did something happen to Vera? Or did something happen to him?Why was I worried about Damien,after everything? He took my life right without an ounce of human emotion?I had my wolf to thank for surviving, although
CHAPTER 42RAVEN’S POV Damien’s eyes looked like he could kill me and feel nothing for it his eyes were empty. They were empty—devoid of kindness, of light, of any kind of human warmth – and so dark it’s was unsettling. If eyes are supposed to be the window to the soul, Damien soul was looking pretty hollow from where I was beneath him. His eyes told one story. But his heart said differently. I felt it through the bond.His fear and panic. It was chaos inside him. A storm without direction.I didn’t know how I found the strength to move, but I did. Pain screamed through my body as I dragged myself across the clearing, my fingers digging into damp earth slick with blood—mine. Every breath burned. Every inch of movement felt like punishment.I was thankful for Rowan, if it weren’t for him I would have died.For a moment, I thought I was dead, killed by Damien. Until my injuries started to close. Right there on the forest floor.I g
CHAPTER 41 DAMIEN’S POV When Rowan shifted back, he ran to where we had left Raven. But she wasn’t there. I knew when I left her she wasn’t breathing. I remembered it clearly. Her chest hadn’t risen. Her lips had gone pale. I was scared. I hated Raven. I hated her for existing. For arriving and turning everything upside down. It was her fault. Everything was. Vera’s sickness. The pack weakening. And now Rowan. I was going to lose my brother because of Raven—because of his care towards her, I was going to lose him. He was choosing her over everything else—including me. A guard who had followed us into the forest handed us trousers to put on after we shifted back. Once Rowan dressed, he immediately started searching for Raven. “Raven!” Rowan sta
CHAPTER 40DAMIEN’S POVI had had enough of Raven. She had no right. That woman lost her son—did that mean we were going to lose Vera as well? So when the guards came in to tell me about Vera, I lost my cool.I lost everything.She was worse when I got to her room.Thin.Weaker.She could barely keep her eyes open.I was angry.How?Raven had said I was exactly like my father—that I killed those in the slums by not helping them—but she was not any better. It was her fault that the woman’s son died, and now. Vera was going to die too.Vera had asked to see me. That was why the guard came to call for me, but Eldric words were what pushed me over the edge.“Ophelia, why is your daughter so weak? It might be best to keep her away from the palace. We don’t want rumors to spread.”She was his flesh and blood. How could he use his words to hurt—Vera and even Ophelia, his wife.“You think this is her fault?” I snapped at







