Raven’s POVFor years, the man from my dreams had haunted me. In the darkness of sleep, he appeared—towering, merciless, eyes glowing like molten silver.Sometimes he stood on a blood-soaked battlefield; other nights, he stood in shadows, his voice a low growl calling my name though I could never answer.I would wake trembling, my heart pounding. I was convinced the visions were as a result of the stories whispered about him by my pack.I told myself I dreamt of him only because of what I’d overheard—his power, his cruelty, his name spoken only in whispers. His true name was forbidden, never uttered for fear it would summon him. They called him Chaos instead.But now he stood before me in the flesh, and every nightmare I’d had felt like a warning I hadn’t understood.He was exactly as I had seen him in my dreams, only worse. More real. More terrifying. The sight of him stole the air from my lungs.His jaw was sharp, severe, as if carved from stone, and his black hair framed his face w
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