Novel & Cerita Raven Harrison

I let out a small breath I had been holding and debate whether or not to mind link Maddox. If there’s a chance Maddox is apart of this then he won’t save me and instead would make things worse. But… I don’t think he’s apart of this anymore. And now that Sebastian’s gone, I wonder if Maddox is the only one I can truly trust. Suddenly, Raven’s face pops in front of the crack of the crawl space. Her eyes are a pitch black with red sparks throughout them and she gives a wicked smile as she says, “Boo.”

Lonan stepped aside, revealing Gia, who had been almost hidden behind him. "This is Gia Harken. The girl I told you about." Before extending his hand, Raven looked Gia up and down, assessing her. After a thirty-second pause, he finally held out his hand. "Raven," he said. "Gih... Gia Harken." Gia wanted to curse her tongue for suddenly feeling so stiff. Unintentionally, she was mesmerized by Raven’s presence. After a brief handshake, Raven quickly turned his attention back to Lonan, seemingly unimpressed by Gia. He continued to ask Lonan about college and other matters. Though slightly annoyed, Lonan answered all of Raven’s questions.

He ranted, standing next to me protectively. “There would be no need for you to be rogues”. Wayne chimed in as he stood up and looked at my father and me. “Lundberg would be lucky to have you. A respected palace guard, a hardworking mother and two nightwolves! You’ll always be welcome to have a home in my pack”. He stated, as he then looked at Addison and shook his head with perplexity. “And just for the record, Luna Addison. Raven was the one that fought off all of Zach’s men and got Leo and everyone else out of those cells. She alone, brought them all back here, putting her own life and health at risk! When she got here, she could barely stand, speak or see. You should be thanking her, rat

Then she spoke to me in her head: Raven made me promise I would tell no one though. We really don’t have a choice here because royal pain in the butt could throw a tantrum at any moment. Fine. I will tell him, but you need to protect me from Raven later. I nodded my head to tell her that her request would be granted. Bella took a deep breathe to center herself, then she said “Raven's mothers name was Twila Hunter. She was part of a very prominent hunting family and she was the best huntress there was for her time.” The room, already quiet, went deathly still.

“That took longer than I expected.” I spun around. Raven stood a few steps away, a gun raised and steady in her hand. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing the back of her neck. A tattoo drawn there. A cross. I had ever noticed it before. Her hair was always down and had always covered it. Suddenly, everything clicked. Why Knox had said she was different. Why he had said she smelled like rain mixed with mud. Why she was supposed to be dead—yet here she stood.

We both laugh but shiver at the same time. “Anyway, even though that raven scared me half to death, I still thought they were cool. Still do,” he says. “Yeah, I suppose they are, in their own creepy way.” Silence spreads until I speak again. “Uhm… so do you know about Raven Hags?” “What?” He turns, looking confused. “Raven Hags. They’re a type of witch connected to ravens or something like that.” He shakes his head. “No. Where did you hear this?”

“I want immunity.” I scoffed. “You attacked my mate with chemical weapons. You’re not getting immunity.” “Do you want to know who I work for or not?” Raven challenged. Darren held up a hand, silencing us both. “Start talking. Then we’ll discuss terms.” Raven seemed to consider this, then shrugged. “Fine. I work for the humans.” The room went still. Even Darren, despite his calm facade, stiffened in his chair. “Which humans?” he finally asked, his voice low.

The introduction of a young lady with dark green hair who looked a little out of place with her long skirt and tight blouse and the little round eyeglasses perched on her nose, caught my attention. Her name was Raven, according to the host, and she was the daughter of the Alpha of the Midnight Hunter Pack. She was beautiful but she looked like she did not want to be here, she was not even making an effort. Her eyes lazily scanned the whole arena before falling on the camera again and she pasted a fake smile on her face before returning to her seat. She seemed interesting. I watched Emilu strut to the camera like a peacock, the smile on her face looked sickeningly sweet as she paraded herself

“That’s when we got in touch with Mr. Sinclair—ah, with you, sir—when we knew that Garth wasn’t going to come for us. Christina or Charles might tank your credit score and burn your reputation to the ground… That I’d know how to handle. But I don’t know how to deal with… Outright violence. I’m a bit of a coward, Miss Cannon. I know that. I admit it. Whatever end Garth came to, he deserved it.” Raven found her concern that these people were recording or broadcasting this conversation dwindling. They were saying far, far more incriminating material than she or Kade would ever let slip. These people were the genuine article: frightened and disgruntled creatures, operating at the bottom of a hie

I pause a half-breath, then knock. Raven answers with her hair in a haphazard braid, still damp from a shower. She’s wearing a faded t-shirt that once belonged to Jax, the old pack insignia almost indecipherable from repeated washes. She lifts one eyebrow, a quick, surgical appraisal. “Did you come to get me for training today?” she asks. No preamble, no hospitality, but I sense her awareness—she’s already clocked the intensity of my presence. “No,” I say, “but may I come in? There’s something I want to discuss.”