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“Kane sounded like he had it under control over there. I don’t think we need to be worried.” “That’s what I thought too, until a second email came in that said they overheard a phone call Rodgrick placed to Ravenhall ordering more of his soldiers to Silverpine.” “Shit. Let’s call Sid and Ruen and your father.” Nakoa was usually working close by, Ruen would be at the jail, but Sid could be anywhere. Seith tapped out a group text while I went down the hall to the kitchen to see what KB had out on the counter besides Sori’s platter of bacon. Even though that craving subsided, KB still made sure it was there, just in case.

CHAPTER 8 The Son Who Forgot His Mother’s Voice POV: Elara The triumph from the boardroom felt like a cold, thin sheet of ice. It looked solid, but I was falling through it. I walked toward the family wing, my lungs rattling with every step. I didn't need a boardroom to feel powerful; I needed my son to look at me without that glint of predatory judgment. I found Arlo in the library, surrounded by old pack scrolls. He was trying to read the ancient Runes, his small brow furrowed in frustration.

“Tick tock, Theo. The blood moon is rising. Bring us the hybrid, or we bring Maya to the kennels. You have twenty-four hours.” I slammed my fist against the steering wheel. The horn blared, the sound echoing off the rock walls of the canyon. I was "hockey royalty." I was the golden boy. I was the guy who always had a plan. But right now, I felt like a rat in a trap. The passenger door opened. Raven climbed in, her face flushed from the cold. She looked at me, her amber eyes narrowing as she saw the white-knuckle grip I had on the wheel.

Lunae had been in a book I had read, some part of a history class that I barely remembered. It didn’t matter when I had heard it, just that I knew that Lunae was a place of total darkness. “Well, this has been… enlightening,” he snorted, and the light went off, leaving only the glow of his cigarette floating in the dark. “I’ll tell Raven I owe her at least five gold coins for this. I can’t believe I had such high hopes for you.” I heard his footsteps fading then they vanished into silence, and I slumped back onto the floor.

Raven listened to Alpha Jones speak. This was not everyone in the Pack. Despite this, enough attendees made it official, and by day’s end, everyone else got Alpha Jones’ message. She couldn’t avoid it. He’d made her sit beside him before everyone. Raven didn’t dare raise her head; she was too embarrassed to do that. Sitting there like this was humiliating. Only the collar and leash were missing.

‘Rodolf looked at him incredulously. ‘Just read it,’ said Raven, ‘the solutions are there!’ ‘Yes, but gray magic? Why didn't you ever say anything about that?‘ ‘It's not black Rodolph, it's all going to be fine,’ Raven promised. He said that if Rodolf no longer needed the booklet, he should give it back to him right away. 'Raven?' 'Yes?' ‘And that ring? The weapon on that ring, with that full moon with wings in front of it? ‘

my wolf confidently prompts me as I eye over the waiting book, “-I can only do so much.” “I’m speaking to her,” a dry chuckle excitedly escapes my lips as they curl upwards, “-I can actually hear her,” I practically squeal before clasping my palm over my mouth in awe; shocked by the sound of my almost forgotten voice. “Holy crap. Did you just speak or am I imagining things? What the hell is going on?” Raven’s eyes light while she raises her hands and forces them together, clapping them slowly in acknowledgement of my personal triumph, “Today just keeps getting better.”

How was I supposed to talk to a raven and save Dominic? ************************************

Raven’s POV The air turned heavy the moment his words left his lips. Raven Kincade. My name. The name I buried. The name that was supposed to stay dead. My crew looked between me and him, confusion sparking in their eyes, but I didn’t flinch. Ghost does not flinch. I leaned back on the couch, crossing my legs slowly, letting the silence stretch until it became awkward. “And why,” I said, my voice coldly, “would the great Alpha of the Iron Howlers come crawling to rogues for help?”