Raven
He was there. He was right there.
Perhaps it was the blood and bits of bone still in my mouth from the guard’s wrist. Perhaps it was the feral adrenaline still pounding through my veins from fighting for my life.
Or perhaps it was just seeing him. Six years hadn’t dimmed my hatred. It had honed it, like a blade whose steel was folded over and over again to make it stronger, sharper.
My mother’s face flashed before my eyes, her sweet smile and her soft eyes. My baby’s face I had never been allowed to see, the one I’d seen in dreams and nightmares again and again, flashed next to hers. She held my pup, and together, they screamed as claws raked through them.
Marcus Hayes. It was because of him. It was all his fault!
He’d given me hope when I’d thought I’d been
