RAVENNA POV
As Darius and I walked to his training room, I kept telling myself that the reason I had hugged Darius and had tried to console him, was because he was grieving.
But deep down I knew that was just a load of bullshit. I had wanted to hug him, had wanted to see that dead look in his eyes gone because I cared.
I care for Darius. It was like there was a thread always pulling me to him. When I had seen him just standing there while the pyres were burning, a part of me had wanted to reach for him and hold him.
I didn't care much about this pack. I mean I was a prisoner. How could I? But I cared for soft Mia, for always scowling Anya, even stone-cold Lucian.
And I cared a whole lot for Darius. For this man who was cruel, and savage and had killed my best friend. But I was s
