Raven’s point of view.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last, as I thought back to the night I accepted the Ryker deal and the hot mess it had landed me in. Damien's lifeless body, Fenrir's accusations; my father’s pack hanging at the end of a cliff, all threatened to overwhelm me. The voice in my head kept talking, reminding me of how I do not have time, and now I am to blame, or you'll be the one to pay the price."I tossed and turned, trying to shake off the feeling of anxiety that gripped me. But it only seemed to grow, making it worse. I thought about Fenrir's words, his accusations, and his cold, heartless reputation. I knew I had to do something, but what?Just as I was starting to fall asleep, a loud crash was heard in my room, making me sit up and my heart skip a beat. My legs trembled as approached the source of the noise. A window was open, and shattered glass was all over the floor. A piece of pa
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