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RAVEN I could feel it in my bones, this gut-deep certainty that it was all coming to an end soon. Not just the suffering, not just the hiding and the planning and the looking over my shoulder every time I turned a corner. No, this was the kind of end that came with blood on the floor and names finally crossed off a long list of pain. I could feel time slipping through my fingers like water, and with every second, the storm inside me grew louder. “Raven,” Rowena said, her voice lower than usual, steadier too, like a blade being sharpened just before war. I turned to her, watching the way her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

Gods, anything to just get her the go. "You've changed, Raven," she said softly. "You used to be so quiet. You used to look at the floor whenever Father spoke. Now... you look like you're ready to fight the whole world." "That's because the whole world is trying to kill me," I said the words like I was explaining something to a stupid person. She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. She stepped forward and pressed it into my hands. "It's the family records. The old ones. The ones Father thought he burned. I found them in the cellar before I left."

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It’s almost been 8 months since Raven came to me. My gift from the goddess. My everything. My love. She is the best warrior we have, I found out through her dreams/memories of her parents that she was a warriors daughter. It made sense with how strong and fast paced she was during training, it also explained how she was paired with an Alpha, she was beyond strong, in both body and mind.

She handed me a thick file tied with twine. “I’m not here to pull you back in,” she said. “I’m here because you left a vacuum. And vacuums get filled.” “What is it?” Matteo asked. Franca pointed to the cover. “The next Raven.” I stared at it. Then handed it back. “No,” I said. “You sure?” “I broke the cycle. Let it stay broken.” Franca tucked the file under her arm. “You’re not heroes.” “Good,” I said. “Heroes die too fast.”

I say, “we start with the beginning. The Warren bloodline. The Hallow. And why you were hidden.” The barn smells like dust, old wood, and the faintest trace of sage from rituals long past. Raven stands in the center of the room, arms wrapped around herself, eyes scanning every corner like she’s trying to memorize it all at once. She looks so much like Delaney in this moment it hurts. I clear my throat and walk to the old cabinet against the wall. The hinges creak as I open it, revealing a stack of worn books, a few relics wrapped in cloth, and an old leather‑bound photo album. Raven’s eyes follow my hands. “What’s that?”

Raven’s point of view. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last, as I thought back to the night I accepted the Ryker deal and the hot mess it had landed me in. Damien's lifeless body, Fenrir's accusations; my father’s pack hanging at the end of a cliff, all threatened to overwhelm me. The voice in my head kept talking, reminding me of how I do not have time, and now I am to blame, or you'll be the one to pay the price."

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

“In a way, I suppose me and Dante do oversee things, but we all do our part here, Raven. We all hunt and gather food, we all bring back fresh water, guard the camp, put together new homes, train together. We just all work together nicely in peace. “It all just looks and sounds so incredible, grams”. I told her with amazement. “It is Raven. This is my home, and I absolutely adore it”. She said with pride. “I’m so happy grams, to know you haven’t been alone all this time”. I said to her as I looped my arm through hers.

I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous. “I honestly didn’t believe the report. She’s very young, I’ll admit she's mature and carries herself like a warrior, but she doesn’t seem as lethal and dangerous as Dagon claimed.” Ingvar glances at his men who all nod. “Raven is very special, she’s more than just a lycan. My mate is the Goddess of Death, and she is capable of killing hundreds of thousands, if not more, in the blink of an eye if she really wanted to. However, Raven is an incredibly strong woman who is duty driven to protect her people and innocents. Raven want’s peace, she doesn’t understand people who want to rule ever