Raven’s POV
The air between us was thick, hotter than the flames of the bonfire that haunted my memories, on the night I was rejected.
Even after three years, the bond’s scent still lingered, a tether I had learned to bury deep. But now, with Jax standing here, a few feet away from me, it burned again, clawing at the walls I built. I forced myself to ignore it. Ghost didn’t bow to the bonds. Ghost would never bow to him.
“Raven…” His voice cracked, low enough that only I could hear. “It’s really you.”
“ You think?! You got the wrong person,” I cut him off, my eyes cold as I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s Ghost. Raven’s dead...” I swallowed, turning my back to him, “ From the little information we have, it seems Raven died three years ago.”
He stepped closer, searching my face as if the
