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The storm inside Raven had no name—only a taste, a rhythm. It thrummed through her bones like war drums, like thunderclouds held tight behind her ribs. She was no longer just a girl trying to survive a supernatural bond war.
She was becoming something else. Something feared.
Wings folded tightly against her back, she stood on the balcony of the Moonfang Keep, staring at the burning horizon. Fires dotted the valley—some caused by battles, others... by her. The air smelled of ash and sulfur, but underneath it all was the coppery tang of blood. Her own power.
The stars blinked overhead, silent witnesses to the war building inside her.
Behind her, Dante’s footsteps whispered like a promise.
“You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, his voice like velvet soaked in midnight.
She didn’t look
