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Maybe it had been nothing to him. Raven forced the thought away. She ducked into the old storage room that sat behind the maintenance stairwell, a place she knew from a previous sweep, from days when she’d memorized every inch of this club hoping to find proof. It was mostly empty now, but she wasn’t here for dust or cobwebs. She was here for the coded shipping manifests she’d overheard Dante mention on a phone call. Something about an incoming shipment, too high profile for even the main floor to be trusted.

The winter afternoon settled over the Ravenhart Estate like a blanket of polished silver. Fresh snow covered the sprawling grounds, softening the sharp edges of the brutalist mansion that overlooked the frozen Hudson Valley. Despite the bitter cold, dozens of gardeners, security personnel, and event staff hurried across the estate with flawless precision, ensuring every flower arrangement, every crystal centerpiece, and every candle remained exactly where it belonged. Nothing was left to chance. Not on a Ravenhart wedding day. A convoy of black Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and armored Mercedes-Benz sedans passed through the estate's wrought-iron gates one after another. Each vehicle carried guest

She already had too much to fret about. But I couldn’t get Damon’s words out of my head. Just like I liked breaking her dad. He'd tortured Arthur. Had taken pleasure in it. And now he would do the same to Raven. Over my dead body. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know Raven was shaking me awake. "Kade. Kade, wake up." I sat up, immediately alert. "What's wrong?" "The antidote. In the recipe book. It's not complete." She looked pale, and her hands were shaking. "My dad wrote down the formula, but he only got it half right.”

If it wasn’t the Raven’s, I didn’t want to be caught on the street alone. The bikes began roaring by, and as they did, I caught the Raven’s emblem on the back of their kuttes. Stepping out of the shadows and onto the street, I watched as several passed, before one of them peeled off from the pack, slowing down and coming to a stop before me. Cutting the engine and dismounting, Rook pinned me beneath his gaze, growling, "What the hell are you doing out here Marlowe?" I lifted a shoulder in a half-hazard shrug. “Restless,” I replied.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Sure they could gain our island but why?” “Maybe they think more land equals more power.” I suggest, loading my plate with food. “Perhaps. I just wish I could pick a werewolves brain to understand why someone would want to challenge the peace?” Dillion ponders out loud, taking another sip of his coffee. My mind darts to the alluring wolf girl I met yesterday. “What if I told you I know a half bread?” “You do? They are rare, no?” Dillion questions, giving me his what I like to call his disbelief face.

The books looked oil, some leather was broken around the edges, some were shining like they had been recently touched. “You read?” I asked without turning back. Raven answered. “More than you think.” I turned to look at him for a spare second then looked away. He was smiling, and it felt dangerous. And he moved and walked past me. He moved close enough that the warmth of his body brushed against my arm. My breath caught, and I froze.

Zane whispers words in a language I don’t understand. Suddenly, black smoke with a life of its own wraps around us. Chills run up and down my spine as goosebumps show on my arms. It’s cold, and I realize it’s not smoke. It’s a fucking shadow with glowing amber eyes. What the fuck kind of warlock is Zane? The one thing I didn’t ask him was what his coven practiced.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

“Do you want to come along?” I freeze. This is unexpected. Suspiciously unexpected. “Why? Are you suddenly feeling guilty, Mr. Graham?” “Do I have any reason to?” he asks, voice steady, unbothered, like he’s discussing stock prices. Diana’s POV I spend half the day in my room, buried in the new fantasy book I’ve been obsessing over. Honestly, the book is the only reason I haven’t overthought my entire existence in this house. That, and the free Wi-Fi that is probably fast enough to power a small country.

And as I watched Logan leave, I completely forgot about the birds. Later, when the training field emptied and the air smelled faintly of rain, I found Raven in the balcony. She was still holding the book,one hand resting on her belly, as she stared down at it. “What is that?” “An old spell book,” she simply answered. “Don't worry, I'm not going to use any, yet.” My brow rose. “Yet?” She shrugged, “I might need to, eventually. And I will if I absolutely have to.”