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THE BLACKWOOD ACADEMY A place where elites connect with elites and the rich get richer. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️ Ethan iscrazy. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s just too much to handle. After teasing me for some time, I noticed him fall asleep. I guess the doctor’s treatment had an effect on him. I watched him calmly until I fell asleep too. “Dad, please… don’t go. Please stay… Dad, please,” I heard his voice, and it woke me up almost instantly.

Raven POV A woman stands behind me, long dark black hair cascading over her shoulders, bright green eyes twinkling, her complexion like pale porcelain, a simple white dress gathering tight around her bodice and then flowing down to her ankles, her feet bare. She’s stunning. Ethereal. A mature-aged woman who resembles me. I know instantly who she is and my eyes widen in disbelief. For so long I’ve dreamed of this moment, and now that it’s here, it confirms my worst thoughts. I’m dead. I have to be. Grace Sinclair can't be here otherwise.

Potts's smile stroke in her head, she sat on the bare floor crossing her legs. Raven couldn't help but blame herself, that felling still lingered on her head, the fact she abandoned her family, things were clearer to the model, and she was glad. Glad that life was giving her a second chance. Even if it was just for sixty days. Suddenly, the feeling appeared. Raven could feel a presence in the room. Her heart throbbing, her head followed its pace. She quietly stood up, holding onto her flash light firmly. The room was extremely dark, in a second, she turned on the light, ready to perceive her adversary.

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.

I’ve been here before… I could hear people talking behind me, I want to open my eyes but it feels so heavy. I am listening carefully but no words from them I could understand. I am trying hard to move, but why I can’t feel any nerve in me. Finally! I could recognize a clear voice. “Mr. Carter, can you hear me?” that is my assistant, Andrea. I try to open my eyes and though I am successful, I can’t see anything. There is a bright light flashing right before my eyes, the doctor (if I’m not mistaken) is speaking to me.

"A dark rider...a sense of dread..." ...the awe I sensed even in dreams was more than the thrill of battle. I had never felt fear when sending the navy to its doom but when gazing at the black form my heart was frozen. I saw its features but when I woke the memory was gone but I can remember the horns protruding from its head. The sign of a mighty hunter, a stag that would outrun the finest. It was a mixed encounter. One that took the attributes of a grand demon and of a Godlike entity. I could pray for divine aid but I doubt any will come. I must fight this alone.

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

Inside Raven University — Chancellor’s Wing The elevator doors slid open with a whisper-soft hiss, revealing a corridor that seemed carved from the very shadows of the ancient forest surrounding Raven University. Polished black stone floors gleamed under the soft glow of enchanted sconces—flames that danced without heat, their light flickering like distant lightning storms. The air was cool and crisp, laced with the faint, metallic tang of old magic and the ever-present undercurrent of pine from the woods beyond the walls. This was the Chancellor’s Wing, Damian Blackwood’s domain, where every echo felt like a judgment and every shadow hid a secret.

Raven narrowed his eyes, his gaze so cold the room seemed to drop several degrees. “Fools,” he muttered, voice heavy with restrained fury. “Even now, you can’t see the truth? Ivyshade is a pack of wolves who survived in the Deadly Forest. They’ve studied herbs and toxins to survive. They don’t use magic, and there’s no such thing as the ‘curses’ you fear. What you call darkness is merely your own ignorance in the face of the unknown.” An elder shifted, seemingly about to speak, but Raven silenced him with a raised hand.

“Planned. All of it.” I reached out and turned the page myself. My fingers left bloody prints on the screen. There was a whole section about Omegas. Rare Omegas. Ones born every few hundred years with power that can break curses or make entire packs unstoppable. My name was not on the page yet, but there was a blank line waiting. And under it, in my father’s handwriting: Raven Blackthorne – last chance or final weapon. I stepped back as if the screen burned me. Ethan grabbed my hand, his palm was warm. “Baby, look at me.”