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Vaari grabs the chain and drapes it over my head letting the pendant fall on my chest. Hearing a deep rumble above, I look up just in time to see Draig breathe fire over the top of Mummo's boat, that sits next to her mother's burial mound. "Vaari's right, you should have it. I remember laying with Mummo, you were the one always playing with her necklace," Raven's voice shudders, she stares ahead while grabbing my hand and lacing her fingers with mine.

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

He's been hatching his plans for a long time and could remember how it all started. It is just gonna be a little while and he would crush Raven to pieces. Raven seemed not to have known he was the mastermind of this alliance. Raven got to her cottage up the hill in a farther part of the city. removed her mask and the same time the lights went off. Only the moonlight rays could permit her view in the already dark room. Her men came in all injured. One of them slumped on of the chairs looking very tired. He had a huge bite mark on his arm.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Raven concentrated to keep the energy in its right arm in balance. Every time when his pulse in height, he felt like the antimatter membrane hungry at the Edges of his consciousness scratched. It was a constant fight for control. When they reached the edge of the valley, the rain had stopped, but a thicker, unnatural fog was above the forests. It smelled like burned wood and smelled blood. Raven stopped the crawler on a hill from which they took the entire valley were able to look over. Sector Seven was just a smoking ruin. But the

I wandered between the shelves, letting familiar smells of old paper calm my thoughts. History. Law. Military strategy. Medicinal herbs. Werewolf bloodlines. I stopped… bloodlines. My fingers hovered over a thick leather volume but before I could pull it free— “Looking for something?” I nearly jumped. I turned to see Raven standing at the end of the aisle, she wore a cream sweater today instead of yesterday’s blouse, her dark hair gathered loosely over one shoulder. She looked comfortable, warm and approachable like someone who belonged here. “I didn’t hear you.”

- RAVENA Three months in the Hollow-Eye Remnant had done more than just heal my broken bones; it had given me a strange sort of peace. For the first time since the slaughter at the Valecrest estate, I wasn't looking over my shoulder every five seconds, waiting for a Crimsonridge executioner to drag me back to a cell.

Smiling as the powerful roar of the engine hits my ears, I peel away from my drive and begin the short drive to my destination. I'd planned on doing this in a couple of days, after having only arrived here three days go. I wanted some more time to settle in and be seen around town. But after meeting Zak last night, i knew I couldn't wait, that flame within me burned brighter immediately and i just knew that sooner or later I'd have to face the man I'd grown to despise. As my Ford Ranger pulls into the compound, I look around at the many bikes that are parked neatly.

"Spread your thighs, little raven. I need to do the last piercing." ****** I have to admit she is good as Ravenhood. Definitely a lot better than the first book we had found her in. Though after so many books, I don't really remember that one. I just remember she was definitely not this good. She looks so concerned for my character, like she were the real Ravenhood.

“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.