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Thank you beautiful people for 1000+ followers. I'm so grateful!! And for that....another chapter is loading. *Kisses* Chapter 71 Octavia "In as much as I would love to say it the way I badly want to, the Raven's are making things hard for Basino and it has to end." I watched Bennett and Jace talk, not meaning to eavesdrop on them. They were just talking so loud. "The man has some serious problems going on in his fucked up life, had to mentally prepare for him. They called him a dementia patient." Jace said, as they watched someone on the laptop.

He was lying down on the bed now, looking pale. "I think he caught a fever." She remarked. The two men standing by the bed nodded in agreement. "But, he wasn't in the rain for long. How did he get it so quickly? I guess all this sturdy built is nothing?" The last statement came out sarcastically. "He has a very sensitive system. He didn't even pass out when he spent five days in the black room." She blinked in confusion. "Black room? What's that?" The guys hesitated to talk but eventually did. "It's the torture room in the American special force." Reuben replied her.

One open eye was turned toward us, black and beady and forever unseeing. “And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,” I whispered to myself, unable to draw my own eyes away from that of the bird. “And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor. And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,” I swallowed, “shall be lifted – nevermore.” “Is it a crow?” Kathrena whispered. I shook my head, dread settling like lead in my stomach. “It’s a raven.”

}} (( yes I did, even when you thought I’d of forgotten you but never did, I just went with it because it helped you feel secure, those things don’t really work on me )) {{ wow, I feel really dumb now }} (( don’t, I was just waiting for you to get to the point to trust me and tell me the truth and I would have done the same )) Raven nodded {{ okay, well lets pair off and get our truths out, I know I have a lot of explaining to do, I promise I’d tell you Ebony but after I speak to Kai }} Ebony nodded then a look crosses her face (( hang on, you said he’s Kai? As in Kai Sloan? Son of Jewel and Kavi Sloan? )) << yes? >> her eyes went big as saucers {{ your mother saved my life }} she sobbed out

The briefest of smiles played on Raven's lips, but she said nothing, her eyes giving away a hint of amusement mixed with surprise. Yet, even as they endeavored to be there for her, Raven's enigmatic aura persisted. Her long, ebony tresses, often catching the sunlight, created a halo around her, making her seem ethereal. Her deep-set, emerald eyes held a world of secrets and experiences that both twins yearned to understand. She exuded both fragility and tenacity, a complex tapestry woven from her past. Every so often, Shade and Silas would catch her observing them—a subtle arch of an eyebrow, the narrowing of her eyes, or a thoughtful tilt of her chin. These small gestures spoke volumes of h

Chapter Sixty: Break the Darkness Darkness swallowed everything. Raven stood in a void of black, unable to see the snow, the trees, or the pack. The cold pressed in, heavy, filled with whispers. They let her die. You are alone. You will fail them, too. The whispers twisted around her, clawing into her chest, dragging memories she tried to forget into the open. Her mother’s scream. Blood on the floor. Hands reaching for her, slipping away, cold, lifeless.

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

"Move aside, or I will put a hole through your forehead before you can raise that barrel." "She won't be moving," another voice purred from the shadows behind Nella. A tall silhouette stepped into the light. Ravena. Her dark hair was pulled back, her eyes reflecting the flashlight beam with a strange, sickening purple tint that didn't belong to any normal wolf. The air around her seemed to warp, dark, smoky tendrils of magic curling around her boots and seeping into the water. "Marcus, fire!" Bellamy yelled.

The light pulsated, synchronous with her heartbeat, and it seemed almost as if the crystal tried, to eat in their skin. “Let him go,” said Raven cold, raising his blade while he was out of the shadow entered. The woman turned her head. Your eyes that once had a normal color had to, had now passed through the same creepy carmesin red. You smiled, and it was a smile that allowed Raven to freeze the blood in the veins. It was not insane – it was completely, terrifyingly clear.