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RAVENNA POV "Day..." "Day five," I answered Mia. We sat on the roof on one of the smaller buildings in this ridiculously large castle, watching the sun disappearing through the trees, the breeze cool on my skin. Winter will be here soon. Mia hummed. "Day five since your last fight with Alpha Darius," she said. "When do you think the next fight will be?" I raised a shoulder, and shrugged. "I haven't not the slightest clue, Mia. It could be today or tomorrow. Darius is a prick." Mia chuckled and exhaled slowly, her face facing the heavens with her eyes closed. "I love it here," she whispered. I looked away from her and closed my eyes, mirroring her posture. "Me too." This reminds me of the last day I had spent with Lilith and Joseph. On the roof before Darius came and ruined everything. I pushed that thought away. I didn't want to think of anything. Not Darius. Not how my life keeps changing. Not how I've lost Lilith. I want to think of nothing. I released a breath and felt my

RAVENNA POV"Why do we have to do this again?" I asked Mia for the hundredth time. "Because Beta Lucian asked us to," she replied, voice patient. "Lucian can go to hell." Mia and a few people near me snapped their heads to me, their eyes hard. I suppressed a sigh and held up my hand. Their eyes left me and I released a breath. So we're training with the pack today. Since the weeks I've been here I've only ever trained alone with Mia. But then today Lucian walked up to us with his expressionless ass and declared we were going to train together with the pack. I had wanted to tell him to fuck off but Mia had stepped in and agreed we'll train with the pack. Not like we had a choice. It was a goddamn order from Lucian. So here we were, standing with the rest of the pack who were either snarling at us or ignoring us—I liked the latter better—with Lucian nowhere in sight. We didn't know what to do without our trainer so some of us just stood and waited while others started training.

RAVENNA POV Darius had said I was his, had said his heart has claimed me as its own. And now Darius was close to me, our bodies almost touching, his lips hovering over mine. My eyes left his lips and raised to his eyes. Those beautiful mismatched eyes were soft, softer than I've ever seen them. And they seem to be asking a question. They seem to be asking for permission. My eyes dropped back to his lips—his wonderful looking lips—and I took a deep breath and pulled away from him, even though my heart was screaming for me to close that space between us and kiss him. My heart was a confused bitch. My head was more reasonable. "We-we can't do this, Darius," I said softly, avoiding his gaze. "This can't happen between us. I am the prisoner, and you are my captor."Even as I said the word they sounded bland, unreasonable, an excuse. I managed to raise my eyes to Darius' and the hurt I saw shining in them had me looking away. Darius cleared his throat and straightened. "Of course," he

RAVENNA POV"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked Darius, confused by the look on his face. The look was a mixture of shock, confusion, awe, and confusion again. "Your… your eyes," Darius whispered, his voice tinged with something I couldn't place. I crossed my arms. "Yes, Darius, they're beautiful. I know that," I replied. "But that can't be the reason why you have that look on your face."Darius finally abandoned the spot where I thought his feets were glued on and walked to me, his steps slow and careful as if he was walking to a spooked horse. He got to me and took my face in his hands. I wanted to yell at the bastard that his hands were covered in blood but that look on his face stopped me. "Your eyes flashed silver," he said carefully. I snorted and tried to shake my face off his hands but he wouldn't let me. "I swear, Ravenna. Your eyes flashed goddamne silver."I stopped then. His voice were hard, his face harder. Darius was barely serious but when he did I ten

RAVENNA POV As Darius and I walked to his training room, I kept telling myself that the reason I had hugged Darius, had tried to console him, was because he was grieving. But deep down I knew that was just a load of bullshit. I had wanted to hug him, had wanted to see that dead look in his eyes gone because I cared. I care for Darius. It was like there was a thread always pulling me to him. When I had seen him just standing there while the pyres were burning, a part of me had wanted to reach for him and hold him. I didn't care much about this pack. I mean I was a prisoner. How could I? But I cared for soft Mia, for always scowling Anya, even stonecold Lucian. And I cared a whole lot for Darius. For this man who was cruel, savage and had killed my best friend. But I was starting to see a heart beneath all that. I was starting to see the real Darius beneath the masks he wears. And he was hurting The death of their pack members had affected the people I cared about. Mia didn't s