Raven's Harley growled beneath her, tires humming against the cracked asphalt. She had hoped the early morning ride would clear her mind, but the world had other plans.
Alfa appeared seemingly from nowhere, silver eyes glinting in the dim light, a storm of energy radiating from him. "You can't run forever," he said, voice low and commanding, yet threaded with concern. "The pull will find you."
Raven swerved instinctively, heart hammering. "I'm not yours," she said, though the tremor in her voice betrayed the storm inside her. She felt the tether between them—the one that had ignited the night she first saw him fight. It pulled at her chest in ways she could neither fight nor deny.
Storm appeared then, from the shadows of the alley, amber eyes glowing. "You're mine in ways you don't understand," he said, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through her bones. He moved closer, protective, magnetic, and tethered to her in a way the world had never allowed.
The world had changed, she realized. The supernatural threads had woven themselves into her life, and she couldn't untangle them without consequence.
Jethro's crimson eyes cut through the darkness from a rooftop above, silent but consuming. Every glance, every thought of him made the hair on her neck rise. Desire and danger wrapped around her in equal measure, a predator's obsession waiting for a chance to claim what it had already marked.
Tylif's presence grounded her, the witch's dark robes swirling with quiet authority. "You cannot erase what you've seen, nor what you've become," Tylif said softly. "But you *can* decide how you will wield it. The storm is yours, Raven. Let it be the key, not the cage."
Raven exhaled sharply, the wind tugging at her hair, pulling at the edges of her restraint. She was being pulled in four directions—Alfa with his silver-edged devotion, Storm with his protective fire, Jethro with his dangerous hunger, and Tylif with her measured guidance—but she had yet to choose her path.
And yet, in that instant, she understood something terrifying and exhilarating. She didn't have to choose just yet. She could be the storm that no one controlled, the eye of chaos that bent all desire and danger to her will.
The night stretched ahead, full of shadows, magic, and the echoes of unclaimed desire. Raven revved the Harley, gripping the handlebars with renewed determination. She wasn't just running anymore. She was coming for them all—on her terms.