Warrior Cats Ravenpaw Mga Nobela at Kwento

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Carter also transformed into his wolf and faced the approaching rogue. Growls and snarls filled the forest as Raven and Carter engaged in a fierce battle against ten rogues who were attacking them. Raven howled and faced off against the biggest wolf among the rogues. They started circling each other; both had bloodied fur from fighting. Raven taunted the rogue wolf, and he was successful because the rogue attacked him. Raven slashed the rogue's face with his sharp nails, and the rogue wolf whimpered. Backup arrived, but the remaining rogues, including the one Raven was fighting, ran away, tails tucked in between their tails.

This was his hunt, and Sparrow was giving the kill to him. The beast barely had its front paws dug into the thin trunk of the tree, ready to lunge up and snap at Raven before Arlo was on top of him. There was no more hiding. Raven would see the years of scars and abuse Sparrow and Arlo endured, but she would be saved. Raven watched in horror as the two cats rolled and tumbled as they attacked one another. There was a large spotted cat. This was her attacker. The one who followed her from the log to there. He wanted her for food. It was clear he was hunting her.

Declan ordered and they fell out, their knees groaning in pain. “But she is your mate…” “I am the only mate he recognizes!” I snapped. “One more word from you and I will be forced to make you join my little rodent friends. I was sure you do not want that. Now be a good boy and obey your Alpha.” Tim stood up with the rest of me. And lifted Raven who was bleeding from her chest. The metal he stuck her with was still buried deep inside her. I watched them take her away with pleasure, then threw my arms around his shoulder.

Jax's POV The sword in my hands reflexively fell to the floor. “It's Raven” My chief warrior announced, once he recognized her. “Oh my goodness” One the warrior breathed in fear. Before I could realize it, the five of them all slumped tiredly to the floor, relief washing through their faces. Raven's presence caused a shift in the air. She literally came to our rescue, devouring all our enemies in a single minute. “Raven” I called, my lips parting” How did you find us?”

And with every second that passed, the clearing around us filled with bodies—rogues falling, warriors bleeding, the forest echoing with the symphony of death. But we held the line. I knew we would. Because I would not lose. Not tonight. Not ever. Raven slammed Domenico back with a snarl, her claws gouging long, bleeding marks across his chest. He was weakening—staggering now. Bleeding too much. Slower. “Give up,” I warned, circling him again. “You’ve lost.” He looked between us—me, panting and ready, blood dripping from my muzzle—and her, silent and fierce, standing beside me.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book. “Mhm, interesting. I read something about that in the werewolf book.” I nodded. “Werewolf book?” He frowned slightly. “Yeah. James’s mom gave me this children’s book—it’s like a Werewolf World 101. I’m taking baby steps to get to know your world and your ways.” I said, half-sarcastic, half-aware of how much of an uneducated outsider I really was. “Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?”

Especially when you have a shifter running through your back yard who decides to change back into human form and check things out. But now everything was changing. The whole game plan. Because now he wanted the book and Jamie. He closed his eyes for a moment and he was back in that house naked and aroused. Jamie dozed in the chair, the book open on her lap, Mischief curled up on her lap. He'd waited to see if the cat would react, but black cats liked shifters and she was apparently no exception. He was torn between the rampant need for sex and the equally strong desire to get a look at that book.

I said letting my emotions bleed into my statement. “I did, but just because I am your mate doesn’t make me lesser than you. I am to be your equal Cain. Not your precious little ornament that you only take down for special occasions. I am still a warrior. And a damn good one. Either you see that or you don't. But you do not get to turn me into your mindless drone with sex.” She cried out and using my wolf speed I moved around behind her and drew out my claws as I drew my claw downwards cutting the ropes off around her arms. I did the same to the ropes binding her legs to the legs of the chair.