Raven’s POV
In complete and utter fear, I just stood there, too afraid to move, with my eyes now squinting so tightly together that my tears were being wrung from them. I found myself praying to God that the low growl was just a figment of my imagination, but as the feel of warmth tickles the back of my damn neck, I know that he is directly behind me.
Balling my hands into fists by my sides, I do everything in my power right now not to piss my pants, as I knew the one thing I feared the most right now in this world stood directly behind me, and by the looks of things, I was the only one somehow coherent. It wasn’t my grandfather’s wolf that I was afraid of per se, but the darkness that encompasses him that almost stole my life only a few hours ago.
Unfortunately, I realized through the
