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Raven Dr. Robin’s office looks exactly the same as it did six years ago. Same beige walls. Same potted plant in the corner that’s probably fake. Same leather couch that’s supposed to make you feel comfortable but just makes you feel like you’re in a therapist’s office. Dr. Robin sits across from me in her chair. Notepad in her lap. Pen in hand. That same gentle smile she always wore. “It’s good to see you again, Raven.” I don’t respond. Just stare at the plant in the corner.

I uttered, pointing at Raven as I uttered his name and at Crowden when I spoke his. They are Crow and Raven. Goddess! Two black birds that looks similar with only a few differences in features, and they are both scavengers. Just like them two… They look so much similar, just this Crowden right here looks bubbly and has a softer features compared to Raven’s rough one. Crowden looks more friendly with his all smiles face and the way he talk and make jokes, he and Beta Lufin would definitely clicked and make fun of Raven, that is for sure.

he joked. She laughed and looked at me, "What are you looking at piggy? Goddess only knows how you ended up as a wolf instead of a stupid swine." "I'm not a pig." I tried to get out, but it only came out as a whisper. "Excuse me? What was that, pig?" She sneered. "My name is Raven." Tears welled up in my eyes. "Well then," Zach started, "If you're a bird, why don't you fly away?" He made a 'shoo' motion with his hands. People within earshot laughed.

Mother joined in our embrace later on and the three of us enjoyed the rest of my birthday together, even without the presence of my own father. -- Blood Moon Pack. It’s the largest werewolf pack that resides in a small city located in the northmost part of the province of Arkansas State. And my father, Raul Ravenhart, is the Alpha. But despite being the son of an Alpha, I turned out to be the total opposite of what an alpha bloodline should have. I am weak. According to my mother’s bedtime stories, my father is a wolf that was feared, not only by our own pack- but by other Alphas in other packs as well.

she said and bent down. She grabbed Robin's hair and pulled him to his feet. Robin was afraid of Ian until he saw Ava's green eyes. He was confused as to why her eyes became this color. "So? Robin, how are you?" Ava spoke with an evil grin on her face. She looked terrible, with tears and a smile on her face. She wiped away her tears, revealing her stunning green eyes, which could captivate any wolf or wizard. "W-Who are you?" Robin spoke, trying to scramble away.

I asked as I glanced at the drawn curtains. It should be about 8 or 9 p.m., he said, moving to get up, and I pulled away, getting up after him as we walked over to the windows, pulling the curtains open. Darkness enveloped the pack grounds, but the moon still shined brightly, making it a lot better. I gazed at the moon, trying to ease the panic that the dream filled my heart with. What kind of a dream was that, anyway? Is that Raven? Robin called suddenly, and I snapped my head to where he pointed in time to see a huge eagle land and instantly shift into Raven.

“He talks?!” “’Course I talk,” the raven – Corvus, if memory served me right - snapped, his beak clattering as he spoke. He tilted his head, his glossy feathers catching the starlight, and I swear he was laughing. “All servants of Dikaios talk when we’re in his realm.”

But when I flashed her a glimpse of my idea, her chest rumbled in agreement. Gunner and Roan watched with interest as Raven wiggled her way out from between them. But when she stopped, showing them her rear, then swishing her tail across their muzzles, the challenge had been offered and they were all too willing to accept. Raven bounded away just as her two mates rose drunkenly to their feet, having gotten much too comfortable lazing next to her. I sat back and watched as she expertly navigated the trees and brambles of the forest as if she’d been doing so for years. But despite her head start, it wasn’t long before the intoxicating scents of Gunner and Roan grew thicker as they closed in on

She dropped the ladle she held into the soup she’d been stirring. “Raven?” “I’m okay.” I waved at her. Eager to talk to her to but needing to reassure my brother I’m alive. I peered into the other rooms. “Where’s Robbie?” Her shoulders slumped and she looked forlorn. “He joined bandits in the area.” “Why would he do that?” I cried. Robin had always been good. He’d looked out for all of us that were younger than him. Rushing to my rescue more than once.