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RAVENThe ceiling of the shed blurred and shifted every time I tried to focus on it.I was flat on my back on the narrow wooden cot, the blankets pushed down to my waist because my skin felt like it was on fire. Cold sweat soaked through my shirt, but a second later, a deep shiver would run through my bones, making my teeth chatter.I saw him. Eilis was standing right at the foot of the bed, his tall frame blocking out the dim light from the door. His dark eyes were fixed on me, filled with that same cold, terrifying anger from the night he locked me away. He didn't say a word. He just stood there, looking down at me like I was a stranger."Eilis..." I rasped out, my hand reaching out blindly into the air. "I didn't... I didn't want to leave him...""Raven, lie back down," Matilda's voice broke through the haze, gentle but urgent. Her hand caught mine in midair and guided it back down to the mattress.I blinked hard, the fever stinging my eyes, and Eilis vanished. There was no one at

Aria and Camden took another step into the room, but they hit an invisible wall with a muffled thud.Camden stumbled back a fraction, his hand instinctively snapping to his sword hilt as he pressed a palm against the empty air. A faint, shimmering ripple spread out where his hand touched, glowing white before vanishing."A shield," Aria muttered, stopping beside him. Her eyes narrowed as she looked past the boundary, her gaze landing squarely on my mother. "You put up a barrier."I stared at the spot where Camden's hand had landed, my chest hitching. I hadn't seen my mother raise her hand or chant a single word. She had been sitting right beside me on the cot the entire time, yet she had quietly locked down the room without making a sound. I wondered if that was why she hadn't flinched when the door creaked open. She knew they couldn't reach us.My mother stood up slowly, stepping between the cot and the threshold. Her stance wasn't aggressive, but the air around her shifted, turning

Deep within the northern pines, where the winter wind couldn't reach, a small fire crackled on a flat bed of black stone. Shadows stretched long against the ancient trunks as a circle of figures huddled together in hooded gray cloaks.Marilyn stood closest to the embers, her hands out over the low flame. Denis leaned against a tree behind her, his arms folded, watching the outer edge of the grove where the snow fell lightly through the branches."You bragged for weeks, Marilyn," an older witch said, stepping into the firelight. Her skin was weathered, her pale gray eyes fixed on Marilyn. "You swore you would bring the boy into the fold. You said you'd turn his life upside down until he had nowhere left to go.""And now," a second witch chimed in from the dark, "the prince is whole."A murmur passed through the gathered group."He was supposed to stay broken," the older witch continued, her tone sharp. "With his feral side isolated, Eilis was a beast that could be baited, controlled,

I woke up hours later in the quiet of the small room.The spot on the cot beside me was empty. My body throbbed with a persistent ache, and the scent of the ordeal lingered in the sheets. I pulled my knees tightly against my chest, wrapping my arms around myself as tears streamed down my face, soaking into the rough mattress beneath my cheek.Hugging myself in the dark, a bitter realization settled over my heart. This was the suffering the Moon Goddess had warned me about. It was the slow breaking of my spirit at the hands of my own mate.A thin sliver of light stretched across the floor. Eilis had forgotten to latch the door when he left.I pushed myself up, my legs shaking as I padded quietly out into the main bedchamber. Standing in a large wooden crib near the wall were my babies, Amias and Lysander, both fast asleep.I dropped to my knees beside the crib, my hands trembling as I reached through the wooden slats. I gently stroked Amias’s soft cheek and smoothed down Lysander’s dar

I tore through another spellcaster, throwing his lifeless body aside as I took a second to breathe. I swept my gaze across the brutal chaos of the grand hall. My father was a towering force of nature on the far side of the room, his massive black wolf form crushing witches underfoot with the terrifying ease of a true Alpha. Beside him, Camden fought in his brown wolf form, jaw locked around a spellcaster's neck as he thrashed the witch against the flagstones. Across the hall, my sister Aria fought fiercely, her blade flashing through the air as she parried curse after curse with blinding speed. Then my eyes caught Osric and Elian. A sudden surge of relief hit my chest at the sight of my two brothers. They were both fully shifted, their wolf forms moving with lethal, fluid precision beside our father. They looked whole. They looked normal, and seeing them fight like true wolf royalty made fierce Alpha pride burn hot in my veins. And then, I saw Raven. My breath hitched in my t