Raven’s POV
Slowly, my body began to stir, awakening me from the complete emptiness that had swallowed me whole, after I had blasted Jacob’s Alpha rogue wolf with everything that I had and more. The last thing I remembered seeing was his eyes turning to look in my direction, just as the bolt of white power lit up the center of the battlefield like the Fourth of July, consuming everything in a twenty-foot radius in its aftermath. That last memory stirred up dread and worry inside of me, not for Jacob’s wellbeing, but for Chance and Liam, who I had been trying to protect.
With my stomach turning in knots, thinking that I had possibly hurt one of them, I struggled to part my lips to open my mouth, as “Chance…” dryly slipped from them as barely a whisper.
Swallowing hard, I felt my throat
