Raven’s POV
The flickering torches cast eerie shadows against the stone walls of the underground chamber. The air was thick with the scent of burning herbs and something darker—something ancient.
I sat on my throne, my fingers tapping against the armrest, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
Luca.
That name echoed in my head like a curse.
A messenger had come just moments ago, trembling as he spoke the words I had dreaded to hear.
Luca had taken control of the First Clan.
The very clan I had crushed, the one that had fallen into ruin after Dorian’s disgrace, was now rising again under a pathetic boy who should have died with the rest of his kind.
The thought made my blood boil.
My warriors stood at a distance, knowing better than to approach when my fury was this potent. I could f
