Raven’s Pov
I woke up early—way too early for someone who had suffered through Silvercrest’s medieval nonsense for a whole week. But I was ready to leave. Fully packed. Emotionally done.
I took my bath quickly and stared at my reflection like it owed me something. “You survived,” I muttered. “Barely.”
The maids had already carried my luggage down to the car the night before. Alessio’s car, of course—because apparently, the entire pack thought Wi-Fi was witchcraft and Google Maps was demonic. But Alpha Almighty could have his tech toys.
Typical.
I double-checked my room. Every single item was out. I wasn’t leaving a sock behind. I wouldn’t be back for six months—not until the Moon Goddess herself descended to snap this stupid bond in two.
Because every time I got too close to Alessio,
