Alpha Raven
Ayleen, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, leaned her head against Siobhan’s shoulder, seeking solace like a child clinging to the last vestiges of safety.
It wasn’t just the incapacitation of Azraiel and Charlotte that weighed on them. The mention of the silver flames—a mysterious, otherworldly force—had injected an undercurrent of fear into the room. Caitlyn herself felt the chill, a creeping unease curling in her stomach. She had seen Azraiel’s burns, the charred marks lacing his strong frame, and it had shaken her. He looked indomitable, yet here he lay, felled by something they didn’t even understand.
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