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He said with a slight frown. “Normally, yes. Red for your demon half, gold for the wolf, and brown for the man. But apparently, they turn black when all three combine like right now.” I said and he stood with me in his arms. “Where are you going?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck to balance myself. “I want to see it.” He replied and I realised that he was taking us to the bathroom. “I can walk, you know.” I said and he smirked.

I should want to leave. But when he placed my hand on his chest, I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to feel how human he wasn’t. The next morning, Raven woke to a package at her hotel door. Inside: a tailored black blazer. Silk lining. Sharp lapels. Her initials monogrammed inside. And a note: Wear this. You represent me now. —J.M. The collar was still in the drawer beside her bed. She hadn’t worn it again. But today, as she dressed, she looked at both, the blazer and the collar, and realized something terrifying.

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

They’d spent the last hour scrolling, debating, vetoing, and finally settling on a theme that felt right. Black and crimson as the base—bold, powerful, unmistakably vampire. Silver and deep violet as accents—nodding to Liora’s shadows and Seraphina’s precision. Leather and charcoal gray for texture and edge—Ravenna’s influence. Crimson, silver, and deep violet woven into every piece. And the wristbands—custom leather cuffs, each with intricate vampire fang designs embossed in silver and deep violet thread, charcoal gray backing, crimson stitching. Subtle. Symbolic. Undeniable.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Logan zoomed in slowly, letting the image sharpen into focus. A black raven enclosed in a crescent circle. The symbol sat clearly at the back of the driver’s neck. Logan’s voice dropped into something colder, heavier as he turned to face his boss. “Raven's Clan.”

Banners stretched across the corridors, bold and proud in black and blue with letters that screamed "NATIONAL ALPHA’S CUP — GO RAVENS!" The Ravencrest logo, a sharp raven beside a wolf’s head within a black shield behind it, was everywhere. On the walls, the windows, even the floor tiles. Students moved around us with scarves tied proudly around their necks, black with silver stitching that shimmered when the light caught them. A few wore football headbands, tugging them down over their brows with pride. Some were humming, others chanting low versions of the Ravens’ chant that I’d never heard before.

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

“This I made myself.” Alex looked at where she was pointing. He held the scarf’s end closer to the fire. Sewn into the silk-like material was an image of Delmar’s symbol of the Ravennites, the same which Rowan bore on her left arm; the stone sword and the hatchet crossed in an X-shape, and the green arch underlapping them both. Just below the symbol, Alex was able to make out a single word written in the tongue of the Ravennites that read, “Arrun.” Alex had learned enough of their speech to know exactly what it said: “Honor.”

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.