Masuk- RAVENA"Whose blood?" I barked out a rough, scratchy laugh, backing away two paces until the heels of my boots hit the edge of the stone ring. "Hell if I know, Chief! My mother was a tavern cook in the lower docks, and my father was probably a bottle of cheap rye. You think some fancy high-house noble dropped me off in the mud with a silver spoon in my mouth?"Roderic’s dark eyes didn't leave my face. He sat perfectly still in his iron chair, the golden light from the newly opened archway leaving long, sharp shadows across his leather mask."The seal requires two matching cores, Zavier," he said, his voice low and strained. "Tavern cooks don't trigger three-hundred-year-old high-house locks.""Maybe your magic is just leaky," I snapped, jamming my hands into my trousers pockets and dropping my shoulders back into that sloppy, unbothered slouch. "You were sweating gold all over my jaw. The door probably thought you were opening it yourself. I'm just a stray who got dragged along for
- RAVENAThe subterranean vault smelled of damp limestone, rust, and iron dust. It was three floors below the lower barracks, buried so far beneath the mountain that not even the howling wind could reach us down here."Drop your right shoulder, Zavier," Roderic grunted, sitting in his heavy iron chair near the center of the ring. "You're leaning into the strike before you even swing. A child could read that kick coming from three yards away.""I'm not leaning, Chief," I rasped, taking a sharp breath as I wiped a streak of sweat off my forehead with the back of my glove. "My boot's slippery on these damp flagstones.""Your boot is fine. Your footwork is sloppy." Roderic rolled his wheels forward an inch, his gloved hand resting on the wooden quarterstaff across his lap. "Again."We’d been down here for three nights in a row, hiding out in the dark while the rest of the academy slept. Ever since Thessaly started lurking around the corridors like a bad smell, Roderic had dragged me down
- RAVENAThe heavy iron winch basket rattled like a sack of loose nails as six guards hauled us up the side of the glacier.Wind was screaming across the ridge, whipping white powder straight into my eyes, but I kept my chin jammed tight into the collar of Roderic’s wolf-skin cloak. The thing was massive on me, heavy enough to weigh down a horse, but it kept the freezing gale off my skin."Steady the line!" Franz bellowed from the top of the ledge, his face red as a boiled beet. He was knee-deep in a snowdrift, grabbing the iron frame of the basket the second it cleared the lip. "Get the Chief onto the litter! Carefully, damn it!"Four guard captains jumped forward, hauling Roderic out of the basket. He didn't say a word, his jaw clenched tightly, and his unmasked face was pale as death in the harsh gray light.I scrambled out right behind him, dropping into my usual slouch the second my boots hit the ice. My knees felt like frozen rubber, but I forced myself to walk upright, shoving
- RAVENAThe iron shovels kept scraping away at the packed snow overhead, sounding like a dozen giant rats scratching through a ceiling.I pulled Roderic’s heavy wolf-skin cloak tighter around my shoulders, my back pressed hard against the frozen granite wall. My knees were jammed up against my chest, making a solid boundary between us. The air in the cave still smelled of crushed ice, old wool, and that steady, golden heat humming off him like a quiet furnace."They're gonna take at least twenty minutes," I grunted, dragging my hood down until my eyes were mostly in shadow. "Franz’s boys dig like blind moles."Roderic let out a short, rough laugh that turned into a dry cough. He leaned his head back against the stone wall, his bare, scarred face looking washed out under the pale blue light filtering through the cracks."They're digging through six feet of frozen avalanche debris, Zavier," he said, his voice quiet and gravelly. "Give them a break.""I'm just saying, if I had a spade,
- RAVENAThe thick and heavy golden heat hummed beneath my skin, like liquid sun pouring through my veins. It was terrifying.Outside, the storm roared against the ice wall, a hollow, ravenous howl that made the small cave shudder. Inside, the quiet was so thick I could hear the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Roderic’s chest under my cheek.I couldn't move. I literally couldn't force my muscle memory to kick in.His massive arms were still wrapped tight around my back, pinning me against his muscular, bare chest under that heavy wolf-skin cloak. The weight of him, the solid, unyielding stone of his torso, was suffocating. My cheek was pressed right against his collarbone, smelling burnt cedar, leather, and that intense, clean scent that belonged entirely to him.And then I felt it.A sudden, hard shift beneath his pants and tunic. A sharp, unmistakable pressure pressing right against my hip.My whole body went rigid. Every single nerve ending in my spine flared up. My throat seized,
- RODERIC"Hold the anchor line, you damn fools!" I roared over the gale, my fingers inside the gloves already numb as I gripped the rim of the ice ledge."Alpha, back off!" Franz screamed through the blinding whiteout, tugging hard at my leather harness. "The shelf is collapsing! You can't lean out that far!""Shut up and hold my chair!"Down in the dark, blue-black throat of the fissure, Zavier’s fingers slipped off the iron piton.I didn't think. I didn't care about my useless legs or the sub-zero wind burning my thr
- RODERIC"Lucas, get out," I muttered, not bothering to open my eyes. "And stay out.""You need help getting down the rocks, Alpha," Lucas said from somewhere behind me. His boots crunched on the frozen gravel, the sound far too close for comfort. "Don't act like you can just glide down there.""I
- RAVENAThe two goons Elder Marrow picked to dump me at the edge of the world didn't say a word the whole trip. They just gripped my arms, dragging me through the dirt until the dirt turned into frozen slush.We were heading for the Hollowland.Every wolf grew up hearing stories about this desolate
- 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







