CHAPTER 13
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The snowstorm swept over the Bloodfang territory like a furious beast.
Raven stood at the edge of the training grounds, her hands clenched, heart hammering. The pain inside her had only grown—twisting, tearing, evolving. And now, her power was changing with it.
Her vision blurred.
Every scent, every sound, every heartbeat—magnified.
Lucien approached cautiously, his expression tense. “It’s starting, isn’t it?”
“What is?” she snapped.
“Your first full shift.”
Raven staggered, clutching her ribs as a searing heat ripped through her spine. “Why… now?”
“You’ve resisted your nature for too long. It’s claiming you.”
Dante appeared beside them in a flurry of black mist. “She needs blood. And grounding. Or she’ll lose herself to the wolf.”
“I’m not just a wolf,” Raven growled. Her voice was distorted, dual-toned—wolf and woman.
She dropped to her knees, claws ripping from her fingers, fangs piercing through her gums. Her back arched as black fur began to ripple over her skin.
Lucien knelt beside her, his voice low and commanding. “Breathe. You’re not a beast. You’re you. Raven Blackthorn. My mate.”
Dante moved closer. “Let me help.”
Lucien snarled. “Don’t touch her—”
But it was too late.
Raven’s form exploded into a burst of silver light. When it faded, she stood on all fours, taller than any natural wolf, eyes glowing silver-red, fur streaked with raven black and moonlight white.
She was breathtaking.
And terrifying.
Lucien took a step forward. “Raven…”
She lunged at him.
They collided, snarling—fang against fang, claw against muscle. But it wasn’t rage—it was testing. Challenge. Dominance.
Lucien met her strength with raw power, flipping her onto her back and growling low. Their eyes locked.
A pulse of something hot passed between them.
Raven shifted back, naked, panting, skin glistening. Lucien still loomed over her, barely in control.
“You’re feral,” he whispered.
“Then tame me,” she rasped.
He crushed his mouth to hers.
Dante turned away, jaw clenched—but didn’t leave.
Lucien lifted her easily, pinning her against the cold stone wall of the training hall. His hands roamed her fevered skin, lips trailing down her neck, his tongue lapping at the mark on her shoulder.
“You want the beast?” he growled. “You have him.”
She gasped as he filled her in one deep, primal thrust.
No teasing. No mercy.
He f****d her like the world was ending—with teeth and dominance and a claim in every move.
Her moans echoed in the cold air.
“Louder,” he commanded, biting her thigh as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She obeyed, screaming his name.
But even as Lucien ravished her, Raven’s eyes flicked to where Dante still stood, watching in the shadows—his jaw tense, his eyes burning with hunger and jealousy.
She didn’t look away.
And neither did he.
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Afterward…
Lucien collapsed beside her on the training mat, breath ragged. “You’re… unreal.”
“I’m still mad at you,” she said, eyes closed.
“I know.”
“But that was... gods, that was unfair.”
He smirked, teeth sharp. “I warned you.”
From the shadows, Dante’s voice interrupted the calm. “I’m next.”
Lucien bristled, but Raven only turned her head lazily. “You’re going to have to earn it.”
Dante stepped into the moonlight, smirking. “Oh, I plan to.”
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Meanwhile…
Elara screamed as Vael carved another rune into her arm.
“You’re wasting your time,” she spat. “Raven will kill you.”
Vael laughed. “She might try. But she won’t survive it.”
He stepped back, admiring his work.
“The Devil’s Mate is evolving. Soon she’ll have to choose: wolf or vampire… or become something else entirely.”
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