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She rushed towards Raphael. "Raphael, please let him go" she urged him softly. Raphael is oozing power like a burning hot furnace. No one is courageous enough to even lift their heads. But Valerie is trying to pacify him with out any fear, which shocked everyone. Arthur and Anesthesia are tensed. Ravens are known for their impulsive nature. They are worried that the Raven prince would hurt their in anger. What is making them even more worried is that, she just used his first name to address him. She was supposed to use his title.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

RAVEN Dominic had stopped near the entrance, giving me the space I had asked for, but I was aware of him all the same. After spending hours in the library, I finally came across a book of spells that could help me deal with the issue. However, nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to read. I stood in the hidden section of the library, the book open in my hands, reading the same passage for what felt like the tenth time because my brain refused to accept it the first nine.

The earth appeared to thank them as they went hand in hand into the starry night, carrying their chats on gentle winds and spreading their message of togetherness and creativity far and wide. During their creative pursuits and lively chats, Lucian and Ravena came into an antique bookstore nestled away on a quiet street. They entered, drawn in by the aroma of ancient pages and the promise of secret stories. They were greeted by the warmth of the intimate atmosphere. Their eyes danced across the spines of many volumes as they scanned the shelves, each one a portal to untold stories and innumerable discussions waiting to be discovered. Eleanor, a cheerful bookshop, approached them with a knowin

she shrugged, receiving a call and strolled out of the office, leaving me all by myself in the silent office. Raven’s office was more like a private suite, with a spacious designer desk and chairs near the floor to ceiling glass walls behind. One could easily monitor every corner of the garden and forest within the palace’s precinct. Ceiling high bookshelves filled with books. Indoor plants, charts and artworks took the rest of the space. There was a private bathroom, a breakroom and a private laboratory furnished with glass jars filled with herbs, chemicals and glowing potions. I scanned through the bookshelves and the plants, but I didn’t dare touch anything.

But cross her, hurt someone she loves, and the toy poodle turns into Cerberus. “I’m going shopping later today,” she says, coming back behind the counter and pulling a notebook out of the drawer under the register so she can start making a list. “Shopping” is code for she’s traveling to another coven to purchase magical supplies. “Do you need anything?” “Black salt and mandrake root,” I tell her quietly, eyeing the couple who went right to the romance section. We’re the only independent bookstore in the area, and after the last big chain retailer went out of business, things really picked up for us.

“The mailroom’s downstairs, if…” “I’m looking for…” The delivery man checked the tablet balanced on top of the unmarked white box. “…a Raven Cannon. Is anyone by that name here? I need a signature.” Raven rose shakily, trying to steady herself with her hands against her desktop. Quickly, she slipped the folder into a desk drawer and locked it, closing the tiny key in her fist like a talisman. Then she let it fall into her pocket and stepped out into the common space. “I’m here,” she said, trying to be brave.

Jason asks, his complete focus on Raven. Raven doesn’t miss a beat as she sits down and starts explaining. "Well, it kept bothering me, especially since I didn’t find anything of use in the pack library. I got the idea of checking it out somewhere else. My mom always told me that, just like wolves, witches also have libraries, and so do vampires.”

“Forget I asked that. You should go home and get your things ready. We'll leave in the next hour” He said and she nodded. While they were speaking, Raven stood by a window upstairs, watching them. Her face didn't hold and expression that could be read but one could tell she was thinking about something. Haven rushed home, happy that the moon goddess finally answered her prayers for the first time in her life. She wasn't sure of what life awaits her in the lycans pack, but she knew she didn't want to remain here for even a second more. She didn't have much to take, she just picked a few clothes and books. She didn't take any pictures as all she had was the ones she took with her family when s