Ava's POV
As I saw the Raven vanish, sliding back into the shadows with a practiced ease that further stoked my wrath, the night air remained keen in my lungs. She had fled once more, disappearing as though she were nothing more than a ghost tormenting us. I gritted my teeth, fury boiling as I went back to the clearing our pack members were gathering following the fight.
Warriors were reorganizing, tending to their injuries, compiling damage reports. Faces I had seen powerful and relentless now showed tiredness, doubt written on every line. With his eyes ablaze with the same fire I sensed inside, Jackson was in the middle guiding the patrols and tending to the injured.
He caught my eye as I got closer, his own face reflecting my irritation. He replied, a sour tinge to his voice, "She go
