“It’s chaotic.” He finishes the sentence for me

“Wolves can’t be taken by the darkness.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Damien.” He purses his lips. It was weird hearing my name come out of his mouth, but it was better than everything else he had called me. His hazel eyes shift over towards the pack house. “Remember what I told you about them having twin Wolves and how a piece of them resides in each other?”

“Yes.”

“Jenson is officially dead. She has a gaping hole in her soul and she lost the bit of her that was in him. Anything can get in. Darkness can run deep. She isn’t like Neah. Raven’s Alpha gics aren’t as strong.”

“Are you saying she is going Rogue?” I press

“I’m saying, we need to be careful.”

“About what?” Dane interrupts us.

“Where are the Lycans?” I ask

“Being watched. How’s Mallory?”

“Too soon to tell but she lost the pup.”

I see the frown on Brax’s face. He definitely liked Mallory more than he let on. The frown disappears as quickly as it appeared. “We need to be careful about your sister?”

“Raven?”

“You only have one sister. Don’t you?” Abraxas mutters with a cocked eyebrow

“Isn’t she in the hospital helping?”

“You would think, wouldn’t you?!” Abraxas responds

“That doesn’t sound like her. She’s always wanted to help people. Even as a kid, the toys she asked for were doctor’s kits. I even agreed that she could be the pack doctor instead of representing our family. Why wouldn’t she help Mallory? She knows you’re close to her.” He points at me.

“I asked her to help. She said no. When I asked again, she ignored me. Klaus is doing the best he can, but when I left, her heart had already stopped twice.”

“Is Eric still there?”

I nod. “Neah is sitting with him.”

He turns on the spot and storms towards the packhouse. “Then I will make her help.”

“I don’t think that is going to work.” Abraxas mutters quietly.

“He is her Alpha.”

“If I’m right, it won’t matter who he is to her.”

“Then you can come with us.” I shove him forward, encouraging him to follow Dane. He gives me a death glare.

“Don’t you put your hands on me again. Not if you know what’s good for you.”

“Fucking move!”

“You know I can take away your ability to see my daughter.”

“Whatever, just go and see what your daughter was talking about!” I snap, there is no way I was letting him take Dottie away.

He strolls after Dane. No desire to be in a hurry in any shape or form.

Abraxas steps into the packhouse. He’s more tense than usual. His eyes dart up the stairs. “My baby girl wasn’t wrong.” “So something is wrong with my mate?”

I hear thudding upstairs and Dane demanding to be let in.

“You need to talk to her.” Abraxas tells me. “Just choose your words carefully.”

“If she will even listen to me!”

Dane continues to pound on the door as Abraxas and I make our way up the stairs.

“Raven, you better let me in, before I break the fucking door down.” Dane yells

There’s no answer. But I know without a doubt that my mate is on the other side of the door.

“Raven?” I call her name quietly, in the hopes that it will make her feel calmer

“Is she dead?” Her words are hollow, not a single ounce of emotion in them which was unlike her.

“No.” I reply, I hadn’t heard anything from Neah and I was clinging to that.

“She deserves to be.”

I take a step back, stunned by her response.

“Raven,

people, Dane hollers through

out

door “Now get your fucking ass! è and go and help her.” swo

It was a straight up order but there was no movement on the other side of the door. Something that seems to throw Dane and I watch him frown.

He throws himself against the door and it barely budges. My guess is she had pushed her very heavy dresser up against it.

He shoves it again and it moves a tiny fraction. “Come on.” He demands

Together we are able to force the door open.

Raven is standing, staring out the window. “I didn’t want you to come in.”

“Why won’t you help Mallory?” Dane pushes

“She didn’t help my brother.”

“If Mallory hadn’t gotten herself kidnapped by Blair, do you think he would have even made it back here?” Dane snaps.

“She didn’t tell us though, did she? She held that information in until you were going to kill him. And look, you did that anyway.”

“Raven, you know he was already

gone. There was nothing that was going to bring him back to life. Surely it was better he died here than miles away at the hands of some wannabe.”

She doesn’t answer.

“I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long. If you want to blame someone, blame me!”

She rotates herself around to face the three of us. “What is this, some kind of intervention?”

“Raven, I know you are hurting….” I start

“My brother died.” She has a vacant look to her eyes

“He made his choices.” Dane responds. “And none of those choices were in favour of us.”

“You’ve been talking to Neah.”

“No, I told Neah that.”