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the merchant reported, once Bertram had gently coaxed the full account from him over warm food and genuine hospitality, "ruling a hidden valley called Ravensmoor, claiming ancient bloodline authority considerably older than any territory's current leadership. He's begun gathering considerable following, promising his people protection from what he calls the coming darkness, though nobody I spoke with could explain exactly what threat he actually means." Wren Duskmere, now well into her fifties though still carrying the same sharp, scholarly focus that had proven so invaluable throughout these recent years, exchanged a troubled glance with me the moment this account concluded. "Ravensmoor," s

Raven didn’t want to strip. If they had sex, he’d know they were mates. Luckily, Alpha Jones hadn’t wanted to find her until now. She lucked out again when he had shown no interest in knowing her. Her name only padded his pack roster when a census happened, and it helped him keep his seat on the Toronto Council of Alphas.

At this, the warriors stood straighter and their growls became more threatening. “And that’s fine Devin, but you unfortunately don’t have all the information.” Raven said as she took a step onto the grass and started walking toward him. A collective gasp and the wide eyes of Devin told her that they had no idea she was immune to it. “Wolfsbane, also, does not bother me. I am your true queen and I will be sitting on top when this is over. Listen to me know, you have to chose which side you are on. I am giving you a chance to come to our side and live. Those who don’t… die” Raven said lough enough everyone heard. Everyone was looking around and waiting to see if anyone would move. Devin’s eye

He decided to bite me because of my requests to save my parents… and somehow, I met myself here. “Hey, princess. Pr-incesss…” I snapped out of my daze at her call. “Um…pink, yellow, white…anything shiny,” I replied Raven, the Designer. I didn’t work well with dull colors. Bright colors made me happier. “Noted, my princess.” she said. Raven stepped forward, measuring me with a tape rule. “We are changing her entire wardrobe to what a Queen’s should be like.” Delilah stated. I pulled her to a corner the minute she breathed it out.

She had cat-like eyes, a button nose, full lips, pale skin, long raven-black hair, and a fierce, blazing gaze. “Who is she?” I voiced aloud without thinking. Annie turned to me. “She’s Karma. The Alpha’s half-sister.” I froze. “Half-sister? I’m confused. How—?” “We…” Annie’s words caught in her throat. POW! Karma slapped Kieran across the face. “Well, brother,” she said coolly, “I slapped her on your behalf. No one hurts your mate without receiving a little medicine.” I gasped. “She’s… the Raven. Action Queen… and Raze’s younger sister.”

"A trial has been set against a girl called Raven McQueen for the murder of Eric McQueen, the future alpha of the River Moon Clan." "Eric McQueen is dead? and Raven killed him?" I inquired, astonished. "Yes, that is what I heard. Did you know Alpha Raymond's daughter was alive? The same one they said died years ago in a bear attack." my beta gossiped. And I couldn't hear the rest of it. All I could hear was Raven was coming. What the witches said was true. I am going to see my Barbie doll again. "Rumor has it that Raven is the true heir of the River Moon Clan...." this guy loves to gossip and I don't know why I was keeping him as my beta.

Raven looked around the room—at the fear in the eyes of warriors and Alphas who had faced a thousand battles but didn’t know how to fight what was coming. “We prepare,” she said. And she meant it. That afternoon, she returned to the Archives with Kade and Maya. The carved doors groaned as they opened, revealing the still-glowing murals on the walls. This time, Raven didn’t hesitate. She walked to the third mural—the one partially hidden in shadow. The Forgotten Queen. She stared at the image: a woman with silver hair, blood on her hands, and eyes that burned with moonlight. Around her neck was the same crescent mark Raven bore.

said Maxon getting up from his chair. "Alpha Julius Raven who is willing to do anything to claim his Luna Alania Wilson," said with his head held high Sampier. The council members stood up in anger, and you could see the fury on their faces for such disrespect to their future queen. "How dare you disrespect my wife and future queen like that. Who is yours, your Moon? I will make you swallow your words. Alania Wilson does not exist now. It is her Royal Highness Princess Alania Zanaery, future queen of Coven White Magic, and whoever dares to threaten us can be considered with a death sentence." Said Maxon with red fire in his eyes and hands.

Alpha nodded and pointed towards his office and we followed behind them. “What’s so important that we have to talk in private and has not just one, but both of you pale white?” Wolves were naturally tan, or ‘sun kissed’ as the human’s called it. Alpha took his usual seat behind his desk, while my dad had turn one of the chairs in front of it to face us. We sat in our usual spots on the couch, and I buried my face in my hands trying to make sense of everything still when I heard Ben take a deep breath.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.