Raven's heart hammered as she rode through the outskirts of the city, Harley roaring beneath her. The night was alive with danger, every shadow a potential threat. She knew the factions were closing in—the vampire court, the fae warriors, the shifters, even rogue witches. And at the center of it all… she was the spark.
Alfa ran alongside her, moving like liquid silver, eyes scanning for danger. "They'll come for you," he warned. "And not just Jethro. Others have noticed. The factions are aligning against you."
Storm appeared from the shadows, protective and fierce, amber eyes glowing. "Then we'll give them a taste of what they're dealing with," he said, muscles coiled for action. "You won't face this alone."
Raven's pulse quickened, torn between the two men. Desire and tension twisted in her chest as she realized she was no longer just running—she was fighting, choosing sides she didn't fully understand, and yet couldn't ignore.
The first strike came without warning. Jethro emerged from the darkness, his presence sharp and deadly. Crimson eyes burned with hunger and obsession. "You're mine," he growled. His movement was a blur as he lunged, fangs bared.
Alfa's blade met the attack, silver sparks flying as steel clashed with supernatural strength. "Stay back, Raven!" he shouted, eyes locking onto hers, a tether pulling her toward him. She felt a shiver of connection, powerful and dangerous.
Storm barreled in from the side, fangs flashing, claws slashing. The air was thick with tension and raw power. Raven ducked instinctively, adrenaline pushing her senses to their limits.
Amid the chaos, Tylif appeared, her presence steadying. "Control it!" she commanded, dark energy radiating from her hands. "Your storm is the only thing that can turn this fight!"
Raven felt the energy stir within her, a force she had ignored until now. Power hummed through her veins as she raised her hands, channeling the storm inside her. Lightning-like energy crackled, forcing the combatants to hesitate. Even Jethro faltered for a moment, eyes widening in shock.
The battlefield fell silent, tension crackling in the air. Raven realized she wasn't just a target—she was a player. And this was only the beginning.
The war had begun. And Raven, the storm, was ready to claim her place in it.