Novel & Cerita Raven Wild

Especially when it was my mate who answered the question, as Raven returned her attentions to her patient. “My Love, Raven is a healer, as she was called by The Moon to be. She is neutral because of her vows and will treat any wolf in need. Even those of enemy blood. Rand cannot come to our packlands, as law forbids it. As is the way it has always been. She will do what she can for him here at Mountaintop.”

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

“This country thrives the best when the true and dark nature of the wolves is out there. Dark magic helps our wolves to remember that they are not timid fools who play catch. Our wolves are born to crave and draw blood.” “Oh.” Aspen was appalled. If someone else walked in while Raven talked, they would have thought that she was excited because something nice was about to happen to her. But no, she was speaking about ruining the peace of the country. “You want to return chaos and doom to the country,” Aspen commented. “What? No. We have always had chaos and doom. I am just amplifying what we already have.” Raven’s hands cupped the air in front of her breasts. “I want to increase the potential

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

Raven panted as her two friends filled with energy dragged her along with them forcing her to come to the packhouse. Raven clutched her rapid beating heart as she chased her breath. Raven doesn’t normally get tired as easily as this, but because her wolf’s health is still not in good condition her stamina decreases rapidly making her tire easily. “Come on Raven, we need to be there fast before Celia tampers with the investigation. This is the only way we can clear your name,” Robin tried to push Raven with her words when Raven suddenly stopped to chase her breath.

Raven’s face sparkled with a minute of anger and frustration. “You ain't getting on my nerves intentionally, right?” She asked me. I leaned forward. “Let me keep you company. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I can remain invincible" My voice was calm. Raven gave up. “ Will be studying the pack to collect information about the Crimson Fang and how we can attack them.” She rushed her words.” You must remain a ghost if you must come” I nodded, my words crisp. “ Very well”

In the chaos, a rogue broke through the line, eyes wild, teeth bared, heading for the compound. For the children. Raven saw him, her heart seizing as she took off after him, feet pounding across the snow, her breath burning in her lungs as she closed the distance. The rogue was fast, driven by desperation, but Raven was faster. She tackled him from the side, driving him into the snow, her blade at his throat as he snarled and thrashed beneath her. His eyes were wild, foam flecking at his mouth, the stink of madness and fear rolling off him.

He revealed, pointing at the report on his screen. After looking at the both of us for a while, he cleared his throat to continue from where he had stopped, “Raven here was a rogue when she was brought into this pack. Her origin according to the report was that she had a lineage with the throne of the Crestwood Pack and I already confirmed that to be true.” “It's confusing,” I muttered trying to create a scenario in my head but I began to feel a splitting headache that made me hold my head as I winced in pain.

We were from two different worlds. Throwing a clean shirt on, the little blond still on my mind, I look out the window of my room, admiring the greenhouses that stretched beyond the pack grounds. A gurgling croak of a bird stirs me from my inner thoughts, and I glance up to see a Raven perched on the thick but bare branch of a tree. It was a strange sight to see a bird this far from the mountains. But it was a good omen. In my original pack, Ravens were considered guardians. Keepers of the forest. They brought prosperity and wealth to the land. I hadn’t seen a bird in years, so I took the time to appreciate its presence before heading to the alpha's office.