Raven POV “Let them go,” I said—only, it didn’t sound like me. My voice was deeper, layered with something primal and ancient. My wolf had risen, and she was speaking through me now.“Let my mates and friends go!” I screamed, lunging at Morgan, no longer willing to play along with her twisted mind games.My claws burst from my fingertips, sharp and gleaming, just the way Rowan had taught me. The memory of his firm grip on my hands, his calm voice guiding me through every strike and stance, it all surged forward now, weaponized by rage.Morgan laughed again, but this time it was tighter, less amused.She moved with the elegance of someone who had lived for centuries. Graceful, swift, infuriatingly calm. She leaped back, avoiding my strike with ease, her cloak swirling like smoke around her. But I didn’t stop. I refused to stop.I slashed again. Missed. Again. Came closer.“You think you’re ready for this?” she sneered, her voice like velvet laced with venom. “You think you’re stro
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