Sylvia's POVI fled down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls as I ran from that scene, from my name spoken like a forbidden prayer, from the confusion and hurt that threatened to overwhelm me. I didn't stop until I reached an empty alcove, pressing my back against the cold stone
When I finally emerged, wrapped in a towel with water still dripping from my hair, I found Raven waiting in my room. My body tensed immediately, remembering his forceful treatment earlier."Sylvia," he began, taking a step toward me. "I need to apologize."I wrapped my robe tighter around myself, ma
Sylvia's POVThe silence stretched between us as I stood at the window, still processing the scent of Astrid's perfume on Raven's skin. My fingers gripped the windowsill until my knuckles turned white, trying to anchor myself against the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me."Sylvia," Raven
"Fine," I conceded. "But stay on your side of the bed."He nodded, though something possessive flashed in his eyes. We prepared for bed in tense silence, the space between us feeling both too vast and not vast enough.Sleep was elusive that night. I lay rigidly on my side, acutely aware of Raven's p
Sylvia’s POVThe moment Raven's words about Astrid helping manage pack affairs registered, something inside me snapped. The audacity of it - the sheer insanity of suggesting my would-be murderer should help run the pack - sent a wave of hysteria through me."If you think I'm going to work with her,"
"Think about it," he insisted, turning me to face him. "She'll be directly under your supervision. You'll know exactly what she's doing, where she is-""Oh, like how I knew she was planning to torture me? Like how I knew she was going to use my father's knife to try and destroy my ability to have ch
Sylvia’s POVDespite the fury still burning in my chest after yesterday's confrontation with Raven, I couldn't abandon my responsibilities to the pack. The young wolves shouldn't suffer because of the politics between their Alpha and Luna.So, as dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, I ma
"You can't be serious," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "These young wolves need proper guidance, not reckless-""What they need," Astrid interrupted, her voice sharp, "is to learn real combat. No more of this dancing around each other, pulling punches, playing it safe." She turned to addr