It’s been a few days since Raven learned the truth about who she is. A witch. A Warren. My charge. And my Beloved. But she doesn’t know that part yet, and she can’t. Not until she turns eighteen. Not until she feels it for herself. The bond has to awaken naturally, or it could overwhelm her. Right now, she’s already juggling enough: her magic, her visions, her training, her entire life flipping upside down. So I keep the truth buried. For now. Right now, all that matters is strengthening our Guardian‑Charge bond and keeping her safe.
But something else has been bothering me.
Emily. She’s been acting… off. Jumpier than usual. Distracted. Like she’s listening for something only she can hear. And every time I ask what’s wrong, she brushes it off. Or lies.
Practice runs late, and by the tim
