Raven’s POV
I dreamed of water.
Not the rain-soaked floor of the cabin, not the blood pooling cold beneath me. Real water, dark and endless, the kind that swallows light the second it touches the surface. I was standing in it up to my knees, except I wasn’t standing, I was floating, and the water wasn’t wet at all. It moved through me instead of around me, like I’d already stopped being solid enough to keep it out.
A voice came from everywhere and nowhere.
“You called. After all this time, you finally called.”
It wasn’t Jax’s voice. It wasn’t Ronan’s. It was something older, layered, like three voices speaking the same sentence a half-breath apart from each other, never quite in sync.
“Who’s there?” My own voice sounded strange in that black water, slow and warped, like I was speakin
