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Just as Gia was about to step toward the bed, Raven's overly cheerful tone triggered her suspicions. "That man is more than just sly, Gia!" She thought to herself as she turned her steps toward him. "On the second row from the top left shelf, you’ll see a blue book titled 'If Tomorrow Comes.' Take it and read it to me," Raven said. "Like a bedtime story?" Raven’s request was far from what Gia expected. She moved toward the shelf to grab the book. "You could consider it like that if you want. But it's not a storybook. A friend of mine wrote it. I promised to read it a while ago, but circumstances delayed that."

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

Raven did not reply and just shove a half of a whole pancake once in his mouth, avoiding the question. “Do not worry brother, it is not bad to be still hooked at fairytales at this age.” “I am not!” Raven uttered while his mouth was full and he coughed a bit, chewing his food and swallowing it before he continued. “She just reminded me of it.” “Yeah, coz you are a beast yourself.” “Whatever Crowden.” “I know you still have the book, you like keeping books. You might want to lend it to her.” “Yeah, do you still have it?”

Does he keep a pocket perfume with him? Hmm..Maybe she should start keeping one too… though Azraiel doesn’t looks like someone who uses perfumes or colognes… and she had no idea they made rainforest and spices into a perfume…. After Azraiel left, she quickly finished her dinner and carried the books to her room. Once settled in her bed, she started flipping through the records. The records were yearly arranged and had details about the rouges. Their names, their former pack, the reason they turned rouges or left the pack, crimes committed by them if they were convicted or not….and the color of their wolf.

Scattered among the symbols were passages written in an unfamiliar language, the script ancient yet exquisitely refined. Raven flipped through several pages, his expression gradually darkening. Though he was an Alpha well-versed in ancient records and scholarly texts of Blood Moon, even he had to admit, the contents of Magic Array exceeded conventional understanding. He gently closed the book, eyes gleaming with contemplation. “The scholars of Blood Moon will undoubtedly be fascinated by this,” Raven remarked, his deep voice laced with a mixture of intrigue and caution. Setting the book aside, his fingers rhythmically tapped the table, an undeniable sense growing within him, this ancient rel

Chapter 105: Bonds and Barriers AVELINE'S POV Raven arrived at the camp within the hour, looking more exhausted than I'd ever seen her. She barely glanced at me before diving into the ancient texts she'd brought, spreading them across Thorne's table while muttering to herself in languages I didn't recognize. "There has to be something," she said, flipping through pages so old they looked like they'd crumble at any second. "Some precedent for unmaking a moonstone."

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

Chapter 13 DAMIEN’S POV: The safehouse feels smaller every time she walks into the room. The single bulb overhead buzzes like it’s on its last breath, throwing long shadows across the concrete walls. Rain taps the tiny window high up like impatient fingers. Raven stands by the metal table, sorting through the med kit she dragged in earlier. She’s still in the black tactical pants and long-sleeve shirt, but she’s unzipped the vest halfway. I can see the black sports bra underneath, the way it hugs the swell of her breasts, the faint sheen of sweat in the hollow of her throat.

However, when Clara looked closely, the look was replaced with a soft smile. Leah held back the urge to tear Clara apart and said calmly, "Since the gifts from the Veterans’ Relief Center were as revered as heirlooms, the last director was upset to see the counterfeits that were sold on the black market, so they have a special way to write the serial number under the pieces that may seem random to others."

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.