LOGIN- RAVENAThe three weeks had passed in a blur of bruised ribs, bleeding knuckles, and the sharp scent of pine needles ground into the frozen earth. Edith hadn’t been gentle. She’d spent every daylight hour tracking my movements, tripping me when I leaned too heavily on a balance I no longer possessed, and correcting my stance with the blunt end of a wooden staff until my arms felt numb.But today, the training grounds were completely empty. The entire valley had ground to a halt.An invisible force stirred through the dry and barren caldera, setting everyone on edge. It was selection day. The day the shadow of the northern ridges finally stepped out of the fog to judge the broken.I stood near the edge of the central square, shoving my hands deep into the pockets of the massive grey winter coat Edith had left for me. My breath hitched in small, white plumes as I watched the crowd gather. Dozens of outcasts had lined the perimeter of the wooden platform, their faces tense with intens
- RAVENAThe clothes Rayna brought back were three sizes too big and smelled like woodsmoke and somebody else's sweat."These are disgusting.""They're warm." Rayna dumped them in my lap like she was doing me a favor. "Warm beats cute out here."I pulled the shirt over my head anyway, wincing when it caught on the bindings. Everything was pulled now. Everything was tighter than it used to be, in every sense.Edith watched from the doorway, arms crossed, unimpressed by my suffering. "Stop making that long face.""What face?""The one that says you'd rather freeze with dignity than live without it.""I don't remember agreeing to give up my dignity specifically.""You didn't. Consider it a bonus feature." She came in, tossed something small onto the cot beside me, a strip of leather, plain, no markings. "Tie your hair back with that. What's left of it."I tied it back. My hands were shaking a little, and I told myself it was the cold."Alright." Edith sat on the edge of the cot across fro
- RAVENACold got into places I didn't know anybody had.The dream came before the cold did. It always did, lately.Fire first. Then her mother's voice cut through the smoke, calling out my name like it was the last useful thing I'd ever get to do. Boots stomped on the stairs. Somebody screaming that wasn't me. I saw the crest above the hearth crack and blacken. Then I saw a hand, not her family's but a stranger's, reach for her through the dark. I couldn't tell if it meant to save me or finish what the fire started. I never got far enough into the dream to find out. It always ended in the same place: my own throat was hoarse from screaming a name I wasn't allowed to say anymore, even in sleep.But then I came back into myself in pieces, first the ache in my jaw, then the burn in my fingers, then a voice that sounded like it was talking through gravel. I faintly heard familiar voices."She's awake.""She's barely awake. Don't crowd her."I cracked my eyes open. Ice walls, blue-lit, s
- RAVENAI stood there on the rocky ridge, the wind tearing at my grey coat, my fingers tightly gripping the edge of my basket to keep my hands from shaking. A wild, electric jolt of pure adrenaline shot straight up my spine, completely consuming the cold.Every six months.I had spent the last ninety days wondering how a wolfless, exiled rogue like me was ever going to get past the iron-clad gates of the most secure military academy in the north. I had been preparing to risk my life just to sneak over the outer walls. But the door wasn't locked. The door was right here, built by the very man who kept this village alive.I wasn't moving away from my vengeance. Without even realizing it, I had walked right into the epicenter of the plot. The path to Grand Alpha Roderic D’Arden didn't require me to scale a fortress; it required me to prove myself to Chief Rod."When..." I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to remain steady, though a dangerous, lethal spark was blooming in my chest. "When
- RAVENAThree months in the Hollow-Eye Remnant had done more than just heal my broken bones; it had given me a strange sort of peace. For the first time since the slaughter at the Valecrest estate, I wasn't looking over my shoulder every five seconds, waiting for a Crimsonridge executioner to drag me back to a cell.Life among the outcasts was quiet, built on a gentle rhythm of shared survival. It turned out that being a wolfless rogue was the only passport I needed to be trusted here. We all shared the same hollow space in our chests, the same quiet grief of being discarded by the high pack houses. Every day, I carved out a place for myself, helping in the communal kitchen and working in the small stone infirmary.I was honestly amazed the first time I walked into that clinic. For an underground village hidden in a volcanic crater, their shelves were incredibly well-stocked. They had clean bandages, high-grade surgical tools, and rows of rare tinctures that most rogue camps would h
- RAVENAThe small timber cabin Edith had given me was quiet, save for the rhythmic clicking of the dying embers in the hearth. For three days, I barely left the mattress. My body was paying the price for the miles I’d dragged it through, and every muscle felt like it had been shredded and stitched back together with rusty wire. The friction burns from the silver-iron shackles on my wrists were finally starting to scab over, thanks to a pungent moss salve Rayna had brought me, but the hollow ache where Astraea used to be remained. Without a wolf’s rapid healing, I was just a fragile, breakable human.Somewhere in the deep, freezing middle of the night, the ambient temperature in the cabin suddenly shifted.I woke up with a gasp, my hand instantly flying to the heavy Crimson Gibcasite pendant resting against my collarbone. It wasn't the bitter winter wind that had startled me awake. It was the strange air. The draft coming through the floorboards suddenly felt dense and dry, carryi
- RAVENAI woke to the feeling of rough hands dragging me across the cold stone floor. All I could sense was gray light and voices yelling around me. They didn't even bother to open the cell door properly, just ripped the hinges from the frame."Time to face your punishment, kinslayer," one of the
- RODERICI was doomed. I began to realize that I was never getting out of this fucking wheelchair. It was like a moving cage. I clenched the metal rim until my fingers blanched as I dragged myself an inch forward, simply to feel the metal against my skin. My legs were like twigs, useless limbs co
- RAVENAThe stone under my feet was slippery with things that I didn't give a shit about. As I moved around, each step took me deeper into the damp, and my shredded tunic smelled of old urine and rotting waste. I smuggled a lot of extra weight around my throat. My inner wolf, Astraea, should have
- RAVENAI smelled of death before I saw my mom, before she even spoke.And I knew that the world was gone before she dragged me away to our secret chamber.I was leaning my back against the chilly rock of the secret niche, and my body trembled so that I thought my bones would clatter.The fragrance







