Raven isn’t just an ordinary supernatural being to everyone who knew about her, but for those who held her captive, she was nothing. Her enemies are safe as long as they seal her memories and feed her with false recollections. Raven would have gotten contented living with her pack if only fate didn’t intervene. With a mate hoping to be with her again, people who need her most, and an ancient and new war brewing on the horizon, Raven must choose. Is it love over death or death over fate?
Suddenly, a massive fire came out of the can as. I could hear a moan and a slight scream from it. And black smoke followed after the soft cry.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked them, confused.
