Hayden helps me down on my bed with enough gentleness to make me smile. His eyes then scan me for injuries when I wince in response. I'm in much worse shape than I thought. My ribs are hurting, probably fractured. It's as if a herd of elephants has run over me, broken my back in the commotion."Ouch." I lean back against one of my pillows. My room feels too warm, or maybe my blood is too hot. Either way, I'm dizzy and sweating on top of my injury, feeling adrenaline surge through me like an inner river. "Remind me to never fight against a wind user again. Alina is crazy powerful, and she didn't play fair."Hayden's lips twitch into an insecure smile. "I honestly didn't think you would win against Alina. She is powerful and older than you. I believe she has had more training, and I was ready to step in at the end. But in the end, you didn't need my help—your powers amaze me."I laugh, although it hurts my jaw. "Yes, I won, but tomorrow my entire body will b

RavenI'm sitting inside the library again, watching the rain pour down from the sky together with my pack. Glass windows display how heaven is opening up, allowing water to pour down.Hayden, Blake, and I are planning to visit another school to see if they have students that have gone missing. The problem is that outside Magic Academy's borders, all game is fair. Alina and Blake's old pack could attack us without consequences.Hayden is staring down at the map over the dark forest. His fingers are interlocked, making him resemble Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, a hot blonde version."I consider it's safe to do it tomorrow. Alina is visiting her family, and the werewolf pack's members are still under detention. They will take extra classes all weekend."Blake frowns. "Technically, I'm supposed to attend those extra classes too as my punishment.""True," Hayden says. "But we need you to carry Raven."After Hayden has pronounced those word

RavenWhen Lucy breathes fire at me, it breaks my heart. I'm caught in place, rendered useless to move. It's like my body has stuck its roots into the ground, deciding this is where I will stay.'RAVEN!'An enormous wolf, chocolate and Blake, jumps into the fire and grabs me by biting my arm.'MOVE!' Blake orders me. 'WE HAVE TO GET AWAY FROM HERE!'With the help of his enormous head, we lunge to the side, away from the fire. But the whimper of agony coming from Blake isn't good. The fur on the side of his body is burnt, and marks from the fire color his skin."Blake!" I cry out, already drowning in guilt for not being strong enough to move away in time. My heart is in shambles, but I shouldn't have come here—I should have listened and stayed away from Lucy so Blake wouldn't have gotten hurt!The wolf whips its head, meeting my eyes with a small cry. He limps forward, and every step seems to hurt him. A nuzzle gets pressed to my

Raven I swoop down from the sky like a superhero—only my landing isn't so gracious. I land in a tree upside down with incredible speed, arms akimbo with black hair covering my face. Fuck, my legs won't budge. I appear stuck in a tree branch, but I can't afford to panic. Ariel released me right above the Fae camp. Shaking away my hair from my face and blowing some to the side, I squint my eyes. A fire is crackling in the distance—blue because Fae needs to show off. Ugh, reflecting about Fae leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Ever so slowly, I turn my head and stare straight at Lucy. A little shiver runs over my skin, meeting his crimson eyes that have nothing to do with the chilly weather. He is tied to a tree and staring right back at me with eyelids that close from the bottom up. Heavy chains are strangling his neck, and I sense magic oozing into the air. The bastard Faes probably punished him for not finishing me off, judging by the scars co

Raven Lucy is leaning his back against a tree trunk, gazing out over the lake with the moon above us. An owl is hooting, and I knead my hands against my legs to pretend I'm busy. In the few minutes I've spent with Lucy, we have only been silent, yet his crimson eyes are enough to make me nervous. He has looked me right in the eye a few times, smiling every time, and I grow hot and bothered in return, forced to turn away by my beating heart. I'm struggling not to jump him, knowing that it probably isn't the best idea when he doesn't remember me, but he is so gorgeous under the moonlight and right there. His scent lingers in the air, calling to my soul—even my fingers itch with the need to touch him. I swear every freaking cell in my body wants to be near him. Without making a sound, I glance his way, and seeing him meet my eyes with that damn smile got my blood boiling in my veins. Saying I'm in agony is putting it mildly. I have to force my legs still