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My vision sharpens, my senses heighten, and every fiber of my being surges with raw power. The air is thick with tension as we collide, claws slashing and jaws snapping. The chamber erupts into chaos, the sound of growls and yelps echoing off the walls. I lock eyes with one of the Ravenclaw wolves—a towering brute with dark fur and piercing amber eyes. He lunges at me, his claws swiping dangerously close to my throat. I duck, spinning low and using my momentum to slash at his hind legs. He stumbles, but his recovery is quick, his jaws snapping at my side.

Raven gasped, staggering back. Kael didn’t hesitate. He lunged, sinking his claws deep into Raven’s chest. Raven’s eyes widened in shock. His mouth opened, as if to speak, but no words came. Blood trickled from his lips. Kael twisted the blade of his claws deeper. “This is for every life you’ve destroyed.” With one final push, he ripped his claws free. Raven collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. His body swayed before finally falling face-first into the dirt.

A figure burst into the room, a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm that commanded attention. "Wait, wait, wait!" the figure exclaimed, bounding toward us with a radiant smile. "Let me be the first to greet our noble guest!" Before me, the figure, a young female werewolf that turned out to be Raven, came to a skidding stop, her black hair flying behind her and her piercing green eyes alight with excitement. "Greetings, Seer!" she exclaimed in a low, melodious voice, dropping a graceful curtsy.

As I lowered the goblet, Raven’s tense gaze lingered on me. He sensed my panic, but said nothing. Instead, he simply allowed me to gather myself before continuing as though nothing had happened. “These are the final evolved forms of my butterflies,” Raven said. “Butterfly fairies, my very first healing partners.”

As the energy begins to build in the area, I notice the ground surrounding us is glowing red and white like when we restrained Jonathan. ‘Raven’s using too much power, she needs to pull back or she’ll hurt herself,’ Clover looks at me with a worried expression, and my heart races as I focus on Raven, feeling for her. ‘Thank you, Clover,’ I whisper, focusing on what we need to do to change the wolves into lycans, before turning my attention to Raven. I shake my head feeling how much power she’s putting behind this moment, knowing it will be too much. She has never had good control and always goes overboard, but his time she is risking herself, and her three pups.

the Wizard of Owl said coldly and summoned a storm of lightning and conjured a powerful force of magical energy. Pascal's eyes changed colour and his fangs emerged He faced the wizard of Owl and declared "release her now!"

☠️ CHAPTER TEN ☠️ Raven on opening the second drawer, saw the yellow scarf inside and she took it out. She frowned her brows in confusion, staring at the back of the scarf. " Why does this scarf look pretty familiar?" She asked herself. A burry picture of the scarf flashed through her mind and she rubbed her temple as she felt a slight headache. She closed her eyes to get a clearer picture of it but it was still blurry. She snapped her eyes open.

I place the cards in between us and Grayson grabs them. “Count me in, I’m here so there’s no way I can get out of being used, so I may as well try to win.” Try being the word, I don’t lose often. He begins shuffling and a few minutes later Raven returns looking bright-eyed and fresh. She sits down and grins at Emmett. “Next time, you have to repay me with a show.” She looks at Emmett and winks. “Next time? So I’m going to have to knock before entering my own room from now on?” He glares at her waiting.

The academy grounds spread out in manicured perfection, with stone buildings featuring ivy-covered walls, training grounds that stretched endlessly, and groups of students already moving in sync, sparring, and strategizing. My steps echoed through the polished halls. Everything here was sharp lines and cold edges, just like the man who sat behind the oak desk as I entered his office. Principal Garrick didn’t look up immediately. He was busy with whatever papers were in front of him. I was the least of his concerns. “Rivas?” His voice was a low rumble, like a distant storm. “Yes, sir.” I deepened my voice, letting it scrape against my throat, hoping it sounded more Aiden than Seleste.

“That one is the glyph for concentration. It can triple magical output on a good day.” Despite myself, I'm fascinated by the subject. The fact that Gavin has a teacher's voice — soft, slow as he enunciates each word — helps a ton too. J lean over to study the glyphs. They seem to have been made with a chalk of white mud. “Why are you explaining any of this to me by the way? I'm a wolf. What good is it?” He looks at me like I've just said something particularly stupid. “What?” I snap. Just when I was beginning to like the asshole.