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“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

Raven had protected them both, without hesitation, without fear. And she was slipping. Her breathing hitched, and he could see it, her body trying to shut down, to let go. “NO.” He lowered his forehead to hers, closing his eyes, grounding himself. “Listen to me. You don’t die here. Not on this damn road. Not before I get to yell at you for doing something this stupid.” Raven's lips twitched. He almost smiled back, until she coughed, hard, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Warm blood ran over her skin, and she pressed it to Raven’s lips. “Drink this... please,” she said, voice shaking. Shock and sorrow filled Raven’s eyes. He seemed to understand something, then slammed his fist into the ground, furious at the situation. He knew Selina shouldn’t be using her blood like this. It was dangerous for her, but he needed it to survive, or he wouldn’t be able to protect her. Raven stared silently, then drank her blood, sorrow written across his face. Red liquid flowed down his chin and neck.

But before anyone could do anything — The cabin door burst open. Raven walked in, placing a hand on the wall. Her eyes darted to each of them as she wiped the blood off her lips. “Going somewhere without me?”

He screams and drops to the floor. “You remember the circle you drew when you were taking my memories,” Raven continues quietly. “You remember the vow you swore when you handed me over to thise monsters.” Her eyes burn silver-blue. “Blood binds both ways.” Raphael claws at his chest. “Raven... please... listen to me...” He coughs again.

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.

It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires. “Fourth, the Bervels. Bervels can control the weather. They are the fourth strongest in the vampire clan. They can change the weather easily. You can tell if a vampire is a Bervel if they have attractive blue eyes. And don't make them angry, you might just be hit by a lightning bolt." Weather? Hmm... sounds interesting. I want to meet someone.

Raven saw an opening as the monster charged at him at close range. Raven dodged the Shadow Wolf's claws and descended faster, his hand searching for a sharp-looking rock beneath him. He quickly twisted his hand and stabbed the monster's head, right through the Shadow Wolf's left eye. Crop! AUUUUUUUU! The Shadow Wolf roared in pain. Its head rose, and black blood spurted out. Raven gasped for breath as he rolled over. His body trembled. He had never fought like this before. His adrenaline was high, the tension between life and death.

"I will take the blood myself. My wolves are not skilled enough to open a vampire's vein without causing permanent damage. But I have done this before." Alexander nodded. He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, exposing his left arm. The skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light, and I could see the blue lines of veins beneath the surface. "Do it." Ragnar's hand closed around Alexander's arm. His fingers were thick, his nails curved and sharp, more like claws than human fingernails. He positioned the cup beneath Alexander's wrist, then pressed his thumb against the inside of Alexander's elbow.