Raven’s POV
The battleground was littered with the fallen werewolves, the stench of blood thick in the cold night air. Fires crackled in the distance where homes had been burned, and the echo of dying screams faded into eerie silence.
But none of that mattered.
Kael and Elara were indeed great fighters.
I didn't even care much.
Because I had her.
Elara.
Bound in silver chains, on her knees before me, but not broken. Not yet.
Her golden eyes burned like wildfire, her breath heavy but steady, her body still tense despite her restraints. A warrior, through and through.
But warriors could fall.
And tonight, she would fall to me.
My wish had finally come true.
Finally I'll control her.
I reached out, tilting her chin up with a gloved hand, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You fought w
