Raven's POV
My voice cracked at the end, and I hated how uncertain I sounded. I turned slightly toward Rowan.
His face was unreadable, but I could feel it—the tension in him, the weight of what he wasn’t saying. He hadn’t told them what my blood had done… and neither had I.
Maybe he was protecting me. Or maybe… he didn’t know what it meant either.
Ansel’s sharp eyes never left me. The silence stretched, unbearable, as if everyone in the room was waiting for something.
Then suddenly something shifted deep inside me. It was almost like a whisper, faint but undeniable.
The tug, the pull, it was as if something—or someone—was calling to me.
I was tense. The sensation was foreign, yet familiar. It was the same feeling I felt when I saw Loira.
It was as if a thread of magic had wr
