Ravena's POV
"Just the battle," I said quietly. "Just everything."
Mira reached over and squeezed my hand. "We will get through this. We always do."
I nodded, but Mira's words had already stirred a dark and painful memory that I had been trying to suppress.
The memory hit me like a fist to the chest.
A year ago. The ambush. The rogues.
The scene played out so clearly in my mind. The ground had been covered with bodies. Pack members who had trusted us to protect them. Their blood soaked into the earth, turning the soil dark and sticky. The stench was overwhelming, thick and metallic, choking the air until I could barely breathe.
And the sounds. The sounds were the worst part.
Cries of pain. Screams of terror. The wet tearing of flesh. The gurgling gasps of those who couldn't scream
