The Vengeance Luna outline
Raven was the perfect mate—loyal, devoted, and ready to rule beside her Alpha. But when he found a stronger female, he cast her aside like she was nothing. Instead of simply rejecting her, he made her an example, humiliating her in front of the pack and sentencing her to death.
She escaped.
With nothing but rage in her heart, she fled, finding refuge among exiled wolves who had once suffered the same fate. They trained her, shaped her into something unstoppable. The weak Luna died that night, and a warrior was born in her place.
Years later, she returns, stronger and more powerful than ever. The Alpha who betrayed her now sits comfortably on his throne, believing she is long gone. But she has come back, not to beg, not to plead, but to take everything he holds dear. His pack, his power, his very soul—she will rip it all away.
The mate bond once tied them together, but now, only hatred remains. He turned his back on her, and she will make sure he regrets it until his last breath.
She was supposed to be his Luna. Now, she will be his vengeance.I’ve got you, Davina! Here’s a clean and structured outline for The Vengeance Luna.
CHAPTER ONE : BETRAYAL
"Kneel."
Alpha Kade’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. The entire pack stood in the courtyard, their eyes cold and emotionless. They did not pity the woman before them. They only watched, waiting.
Raven Blackwood did not kneel. She stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. This was not how today was supposed to go. She had been his mate. His Luna. The woman meant to stand beside him, to rule by his side.
Yet here she was, standing in judgment like a traitor.
"Raven Blackwood," Kade continued, his deep voice carrying over the crowd. "You are no longer my mate. You are no longer my Luna."
Pain stabbed through her, sharp and unforgiving. She had expected rejection, had prepared herself for it. But the way he said it—with such cold indifference—felt like a knife to the heart.
A woman stepped beside him, her golden hair gleaming in the moonlight. Talia. A warrior. A leader. The daughter of a powerful Alpha. The new Luna.
Kade took Talia’s hand, their fingers entwined in front of the entire pack. A public declaration. A display of power.
“She will be my Luna,” Kade announced, his voice filled with pride—pride he had never given Raven.
Gasps rippled through the crowd, but no one spoke for her. No one defended her.
Raven clenched her fists, fury burning beneath her skin. This wasn’t just rejection. He wasn’t simply replacing her. He was erasing her.
"If you don’t want me, reject me and let me go," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
Kade smirked. "Reject you?" He stepped forward, his towering presence suffocating. "No, Raven. That would be too easy. I need to set an example."
A chill ran down her spine. "Example?"
Talia laughed softly, her voice smooth like silk, but laced with poison. "A weak Luna makes a weak pack. It’s best if we cleanse the bloodline."
Raven’s blood turned cold.
Kade lifted his chin, his decision final. "From this moment forward, you are no longer part of this pack." His voice carried absolute authority, and the weight of his words crashed down on her like a collapsing mountain. "Your rank is stripped. Your name is erased from our records. And for betraying the honor of this pack, you are sentenced to death."
The world tilted.
A roar erupted from the gathered wolves. Some were shocked. Others approved. Raven barely heard them over the sound of her own heartbeat.
She had done nothing wrong.
Betrayal? The word was laughable. He was the one who had betrayed her.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “You can’t do this. I was your mate.”
Kade’s expression didn’t change. “Was.”
Warriors stepped forward, their grips like iron as they seized her arms. Panic flared inside her.
“No! Let me go!” She struggled, twisting in their grasp, but they held her firm.
The pack watched in silence. No one interfered. No one defended her.
Kade tilted his head, a bored expression on his face. “Take her to the cliffs. Make sure she doesn’t come back.”
The cliffs.
Where traitors were thrown to their deaths.
Raven’s struggles turned desperate. “You can’t do this!” Her voice cracked, but she refused to cry. “Kade, please—”
Talia stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Begging is beneath you, Raven.”
The words cut deep.
Raven stopped struggling. If they wanted to break her, they would fail. She lifted her chin, her voice steady. “You will regret this.”
Kade smirked, unimpressed. “Doubtful.”
Then he turned away.
The warriors dragged her through the forest, and no one looked back.
Not even him.
The night air was cold, biting against Raven’s skin as they led her toward the cliffs. The jagged edge loomed ahead, sharp and unforgiving. The moon cast a pale glow over the rocky terrain, turning the world into a frozen nightmare.
The warriors did not hesitate. They shoved her to the edge, forcing her to stare down into the abyss below.
“Any last words?” one of them sneered.
Raven’s eyes burned with fury. “Tell your Alpha I will return.”
Laughter. “You won’t have a tongue to speak with.”
Then they pushed her.
The wind howled as she fell. The world spun around her. The ground rushed toward her.
But she was not dead yet.
Not yet.
Her eyes darted, searching—then she saw it.
A ledge.
She reached out, fingers scraping against jagged rock. Pain exploded through her arms, but she held on.
Her body slammed into the stone, knocking the breath from her lungs, but she refused to let go. Above her, the warriors were already turning away. They didn’t check. They thought she was gone.
Fools.
Gritting her teeth, Raven forced her battered body to move. Her muscles screamed in protest, but she climbed down, inch by inch, her fingers gripping the rough stone until her feet touched solid ground.
She was weak. Wounded. But she was alive.
She had escaped.
A fire ignited inside her. Kade thought he had won. He thought she was dead.
But he had made a mistake.
Because now, she had nothing left to lose.
And when she returned, she would make him pay.
CHAPTER TWO: THE ESCAPE
She stood up and left the cliff , she ran as fast she could, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tore through the thick forest. The branches clawed at her arms, ripping through her already giving her bruised skin, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The pain in her ribs, the weakness in her legs—none of it mattered.
She had survived the fall which basically wasn’t a fall.
The warriors who threw her off the cliffs hadn’t checked to see if she was truly dead. They had simply assumed. And that assumption had given her a second chance.
Her feet were bare, every step over roots and jagged rocks sending pain shooting up her legs, but she pushed forward. The cold night air burned her lungs, the scent of forest mixing with the metallic tang of her own blood. The thick canopy overhead blocked most of the moonlight, but she didn’t need to see—she just needed to get as far away from Kade’s pack as possible.
The sounds of the forest surrounded her. The rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the steady chirp of crickets. But she heard something else, too. Footsteps. Heavy. Close.
“They were coming for her” she thought
Raven’s heart pounded harder. She pushed herself faster, ignoring the sharp pain stabbing through her side. She had to keep going. She had to survive.
A branch snapped behind her.
Panic surged through her veins. She glanced back, catching the faintest shadow moving between the trees. Warriors. They weren’t done with her yet.
She stumbled, nearly falling, but caught herself against a tree. Blood smeared the bark where her fingers gripped it, but she didn’t stop to think. She veered left, forcing herself into the thickest part of the woods. If they caught her in the open, she was dead. She found the closest hidden spot, ducking under branches, jumping over fallen logs, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. The cold night air wrapped around her, biting at her exposed skin, but she didn’t slow down.
Then she heard it.
The howl of Wolves.
A distant howl echoed through the trees, followed by another, closer this time.
They were signaling each other obviously They were hunting for her.
Fear clawed at her throat. She had no weapons, no strength left. She was bleeding, exhausted. If they caught her now, there was no escaping.
She left the spot and ran harder and faster as she could
The ground beneath her feet sloped downward and she lost her balance and fell hard to the ground, though she was injured badly but she had no choice but to keep going. The trees thinned, and in the distance, she saw it—an open field.
“No.” she thought within herself
If she ran into the open field,they would spot her instantly.
She swerved right, her foot catching on a root. She fell hard to the ground and her body slammed hard against the ground. She felt pain in the part of ribs which almost stopped the air from her lungs.
“Move!” she yelled to herself
She forced herself up, but her body betrayed her. The world spun, her vision blurring. Her limbs felt like lead, her strength fading.
No. Not now.
A shadow loomed over her.
She turned, expecting to see a warrior, expecting a blade or claws ready to end her life. With her blurry eyes she was shivering
Instead, she saw something else.
A man.
Tall, broad, dressed in dark, ragged clothes. His piercing eyes studied her, unreadable. Behind him, more figures were standing afar from where she was.
They were Not looking warriors nor pack wolves
“Rogues.” That was the last thing her eye captured before she became unconscious
When Raven woke again, she was lying on something rough and scratchy. The scent of damp earth and burning wood filled her nose. Her body ached, every muscle screaming in protest.
She tried to move, but a sharp pain in her ribs stopped her.
“She’s awake,” a voice said.
Raven forced her eyes open. The dim glow of firelight shone across an enclosed space. Rough stone walls surrounded her, and a fire crackled a few feet away, casting long shadows.
A group of people stood nearby.
Wolves.
But not like the ones from her pack.
These were rogues—exiled wolves, ones without a home.
The man from before stood in front of them. He was massive, his body covered in scars, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then he crouched beside her. “Who are you?”
Raven swallowed. Her throat was dry, her voice barely above a whisper. “Raven.”
His brow lifted slightly. “Raven,” he repeated. “You’re from Kade’s pack.”
Something inside her twisted. She was from Kade’s pack. Not anymore.
She clenched her jaw. “I was.”
Murmurs spread through the group, but the man silenced them with a glance. He studied her for a long moment before speaking again. “You shouldn’t be alive.”
Raven knew that. But she was.
He watched her for another second before standing. “Rest tonight. If you survive, we’ll see if you’re worth keeping.”
Then he walked away.
The rogues did not treat her with kindness.
They did not pity her.
They gave her food—just enough to keep her alive. They let her sleep—only for a few hours. Then they dragged her to her feet and threw her into training.
“If you want to stay, you earn your place,” the man—Maddox—told her. “We don’t keep the weak.”
Raven didn’t argue. I mean She couldn’t. She had nowhere else to go.
The first lesson she was taught was pain.
They did not go easy on her. The first time she sparred, she was on the ground within seconds, her back slamming against the dirt. Her entire body ached, but before she could recover, Maddox barked, “Again.”
She pushed herself up.
They fought. She lost.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, she hit the ground harder, each loss leaving bruises, scrapes, exhaustion. But she refused to quit not because she didn’t have an option but because of the revenge she’s planning to take on Kade.
She had nothing left to lose.
So she fought. She learned. She adapted. She adjusted.
The second lesson was control.
“Anger makes you strong,” Maddox told her. “But if you let it control you, it makes you reckless.”
He tested her, taunting her, pushing her, trying to make her snap. But she forced herself to think before she moved, to control the fire burning inside her.
To use it.
The third lesson was survival.
Lyra, the only other female among the rogues, led this lesson. “Strength means nothing if you can’t feed yourself,” she said. “Hunt or starve.”
They sent her into the woods alone. She had never hunted before—her pack had warriors for that. But here, there were no warriors to protect her.
She tracked her prey, silent and patient, her senses sharp. The scent of deer filled her nose, the soft crunch of hooves against the forest floor guiding her. She moved like a shadow, waiting, watching.
Then she struck.
Her claws sank into flesh, warm blood spilling over her fingers. The deer collapsed, its life fading beneath her hands.
She had done it.
She had survived.
The weeks passed.
The pain became endurance.
The fear became fire.
The weak Luna who had begged Kade for mercy no longer existed.
Raven had become something else.
Something stronger.
One night, she looked at her reflection in the river. The bruises had faded, but the scars remained.
She was not the same.
Kade had thrown her away.
He had left her for dead.
But he had failed.
She was alive.
She was stronger.
The rougues kept Raven closer and she became a part of them. She was also made to train other warriors and she lived with the rogues for five years while she kept planning her revenge on kade
CHAPTER THREE:The Rise of the Rogue Queen
The rogues never had a queen before. They never thought they needed one. But things had changed. The pack that once rejected Raven, that had thrown her away like she was nothing, was thriving under an Alpha who didn’t deserve his throne. And the rogues—wolves who had been cast out, betrayed, or abandoned—were ready for something new.
They had followed Maddox for years, but he was a warrior, not a ruler. And he knew it. That was why, on that fateful day, he stood before his people and did something no rogue leader had ever done before.
He named a queen.
Raven stood at the center of the clearing, surrounded by wolves who had once doubted her. When she had first arrived, broken and bleeding, they had called her weak. They had thought she wouldn’t survive. But she did more than survive.
She became stronger.
She became ruthless.
And when she proved herself in battle, when she took down every opponent that challenged her, the rogues had no choice but to accept her.
Now, Maddox stood beside her, his voice ringing through the night air.
“We have fought for scraps. We have lived like ghosts. But no more.” He turned, looking at Raven. “We are done hiding in the shadows.”
The rogues watched in silence as Maddox stepped back, giving her the floor. Raven lifted her chin, letting her gaze sweep over them. These were not wolves who followed out of loyalty. They followed strength. And she had given them that.
“This world cast us aside,” she said, her voice steady. “They called us unworthy, unwanted. They thought they could forget us.” A slow smile crept onto her lips. “But we will make sure they never forget us again.”
The wolves growled in agreement. A few slammed their fists against their chests in approval.
“We will take what is ours,” Raven continued. “And we will start with the man who betrayed me.”
The moment the words left her lips, the rogues erupted into howls. They had been waiting for this. Waiting for the day they would strike back against the packs that had cast them out.
Maddox stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with approval. “What’s the plan, Queen?”
Raven turned, her lips curving into a smirk.
“We take something he loves.”
That night, the rogues moved like shadows through the trees.
The Blood Moon Pack, Kade’s pack, had grown too comfortable. They thought they were untouchable. That was their first mistake.
Their second mistake? Thinking Raven was dead.
Raven led the rogues through the forest, her senses sharp, her heart steady. She knew this land well—she had lived here once. And she knew exactly where to strike.
Kade had many siblings, but there was one he cherished more than the rest.
Celeste.
His youngest sister. The delicate flower of the pack. The one he protected the most.
Raven had no intention of killing her. That would be too easy. No, she wanted Kade to suffer. She wanted him to feel the fear, the helplessness, the rage of losing something important.
She wanted him to know what it felt like to lose her.
The rogues moved swiftly, reaching the packhouse without being seen. The guards were lazy, their patrols predictable. It was almost too easy.
Raven slipped inside, moving silently through the halls. The scent of her old life clung to the walls—familiar but distant.
She found Celeste’s room within minutes.
The young she-wolf was asleep, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
Raven didn’t hesitate. She clamped a hand over Celeste’s mouth, yanking her up from the bed before she could scream. The girl’s eyes flew open, wild with fear.
“Shh,” Raven whispered, dragging her toward the window. “Wouldn’t want to wake the whole pack, would we?”
Celeste thrashed, but Raven was stronger. She carried her effortlessly, slipping back through the window where Maddox and the others were waiting.
“Move,” Raven ordered.
And just like that, they vanished into the night.
By the time Kade realized his sister was gone, it was too late.
Panic spread through the pack like wildfire. Warriors scrambled to track her scent, but the rogues had covered their tracks well.
Raven sat on her throne in the rogue camp, watching Celeste with cold amusement. The girl was terrified, but Raven didn’t care. She wasn’t here to be kind.
She was here to send a message.
When Kade finally received it, she knew the real chaos would begin.
And she couldn’t wait.
Celeste trembled, her wide eyes darting around the rogue camp as if searching for a way out. She wouldn’t find one.
Raven leaned forward, resting her chin on her fist. “Do you know why you’re here, Celeste?”
The girl swallowed hard but didn’t answer.
Raven smirked. “Because your dear brother thought he could throw me away and never face the consequences.” She stood, walking toward her prisoner, her voice low and dangerous. “But he was wrong.”
A howl pierced the night. Not from the rogues—this was different.
Raven turned, eyes narrowing.
Then another howl. And another.
Kade’s wolves.
They had found them.
Maddox rushed into the tent. “We have company.”
Raven’s pulse quickened, but she didn’t panic. Instead, she turned to Celeste and grabbed her by the chin, forcing the girl to meet her gaze.
“Looks like your brother came to play.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Let’s give him something to really cry about.”
CHAPTER FOUR : THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF
The rogue camp was dark and quiet, but Kade knew better. They were watching him. He could feel their eyes hidden in the shadows, waiting.
But he wasn’t afraid.
He was furious.
His sister was missing, and he knew exactly who had taken her.
“RAVEN!” His roar echoed through the camp. “COME OUT HERE!”
No response.
Kade’s fists clenched, his breath sharp. He knew she was here. He could smell her.
The rogues stepped into the open, surrounding him. Dozens of them, but none attacked. Instead, one by one, they fell to their knees.
His wolf growled in confusion. What was this?
A trick? A trap?
Kade’s sharp eyes landed on a tall rogue with scars across his face. “Where is she?” His voice was low, dangerous.
The man met his gaze without fear. “There is no Raven here.”
Lies.
Kade’s patience snapped. He moved fast—too fast for the rogue to react—grabbing him by the collar. “Do not lie to me.”
The rogue didn’t flinch. Didn’t struggle. His silence only fueled Kade’s rage.
“Where is my sister?” Kade growled.
Nothing.
Kade snapped. His claws extended, slashing across the rogue’s arm. Blood splattered onto the dirt.
But even then, the rogue didn’t fight back.
No one moved.
They just… knelt.
Kade’s breathing was heavy. His heart pounded. His wolf clawed at his mind, demanding more. Demanding blood.
Yet, these rogues refused to defend themselves.
Why?
His frustration boiled over. He tilted his head back, glaring at the full moon. “If my sister is harmed, the Moon Goddess will regret it!”
Silence.
No answer from the sky. No movement from the rogues.
Something wasn’t right.
Kade exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “This isn’t over,” he spat.
Then he turned and stormed out of the camp, his rage burning hotter than ever.
The moment he was gone, the rogues lifted their heads.
From the shadows, Raven stepped forward.
She had been there the whole time. Watching. Listening.
Her lips curled into a cold smile.
Kade had no idea what was coming next.
Celeste sat on the ground, her hands tied tightly behind her back. Her ankles were also bound, making it impossible for her to move. The cave was dim, the only source of light coming from a single torch flickering on the wall. The air was cold, damp, and smelled of earth and blood.
She had screamed at first, shouted for Kade, for anyone to help her. But no one came. Now, her throat was raw, her eyes swollen from tears.
The worst part?
Raven hadn’t even touched her.
Not a single slap, not a single cut.
Instead, she just watched her.
Cold. Silent. Unshaken.
Celeste hated it. She would have preferred pain—something, anything—over this terrifying stillness.
"You seem quiet now," Raven finally spoke, her voice calm.
Celeste lifted her head, glaring. "You won’t get away with this! Kade will find me!"
Raven smirked. "Oh, he already came."
Celeste’s stomach twisted. "You’re lying."
"Am I?" Raven tilted her head. "He was here. He screamed my name. Threatened the Moon Goddess." She chuckled, as if the idea amused her. "And then he left."
Celeste’s breath caught. No. That’s not possible. Kade would never leave her behind. He wouldn’t—
Raven crouched down in front of her, her golden eyes glowing in the dim light. "You were his favorite, weren’t you?"
Celeste flinched.
Raven smiled. "Good. That means this will hurt him the most."
Before Celeste could react, Raven grabbed her by the ropes and yanked her up. The sudden movement sent pain shooting through Celeste’s arms, but Raven didn’t care. She dragged her toward the exit of the cave, her grip strong and merciless.
Celeste struggled, but it was useless.
Outside, the night was cold. The wind howled through the trees, carrying the distant sounds of wolves howling. But no one would come for her.
Raven led her toward the cliffs.
Celeste’s heart stopped.
No. No, no, no.
She thrashed, kicked, tried to dig her heels into the ground, but Raven was stronger.
Too strong.
The night was cold, but Celeste was burning with fear. The wind roared around them, howling like a wounded beast. It whipped through her hair, stinging her face as she gasped for breath.
She had never been this scared in her life.
Raven stood before her, holding her by the arm like she weighed nothing. Her golden eyes were sharp, glowing under the moonlight, filled with something dark and unshakable.
Power.
Control.
Revenge.
Celeste trembled, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what this place was. Everyone did. The cliffs were where traitors and criminals met their end.
And now, it was her turn.
Raven dragged her forward, stopping right at the very edge. The ground beneath Celeste’s feet felt loose, as if even the earth wanted her gone.
She peeked down, and bile rose in her throat.
The drop was endless. A black void, waiting to swallow her whole.
Celeste whimpered, her legs shaking violently. “Raven, please…”
Raven ignored her, gripping her chin and forcing her to look into her eyes. Her touch wasn’t gentle—it was ice-cold, firm, and full of purpose.
"Look at me," Raven ordered.
Celeste’s breath hitched. The tone of her voice—the absolute command in it—sent terror racing down her spine.
She had heard that voice before.
But back then, it had been weak, broken.
Now, it was something else entirely.
“Raven, please…” Celeste’s voice cracked. “Don’t do this. Whatever you’re angry about, it’s between you and Kade. I had nothing to do with it.”
Raven tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Nothing to do with it?” she repeated. “You sat on your throne, enjoying the life he gave you, while I was thrown away like garbage.”
Celeste shook her head desperately. “I—I didn’t make that choice. Kade did!”
“And yet,” Raven mused, “you never questioned it. Never wondered what happened to me.”
Celeste fell silent.
Because Raven was right.
No one had wondered.
No one had cared.
Raven smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Funny, isn’t it? How easy it is to ignore someone once they’re no longer useful?”
Celeste swallowed hard. “Raven, please, I—”
“Shh.” Raven pressed a finger to Celeste’s trembling lips, silencing her. “No more begging. It’s boring.”
Celeste’s body trembled violently. “I don’t want to die.”
Raven chuckled softly, the sound cruel and mocking. “That’s what I said. Right before your brother had me dragged away like a criminal.”
Celeste felt her stomach twist painfully.
Raven had been here before.
She had stood in this exact spot.
The weak, desperate girl who had once pleaded for her life had died that night.
But now—
Now, she was the one deciding fates.
Celeste sobbed, her hands clutching at Raven’s arms. “Please. I’m not Kade. Don’t punish me for what he did.”
Raven leaned in, her voice soft, deadly. "Do you remember this?"
Celeste stiffened.
A memory flashed in her mind—one she had buried deep.
That night.
The night Raven had been sentenced.
Celeste had stood in the crowd, watching. She hadn’t spoken up. Hadn’t tried to stop it.
She had only watched.
And now, here she was.
Karma had come for her.
Raven smirked. “A little déjà vu, don’t you think?”
Celeste’s heart pounded against her ribs. “Raven—”
And then—
She pushed.
CHAPTER FIVE:THE ALPHA’S FURY
Celeste felt weightless.
Her body tilted backward, and for a split second, she thought it was over.
The wind roared in her ears. Her heart pounded wildly, her screams trapped in her throat.
She was falling.
No—she was going to die.
But just as the darkness below threatened to swallow her whole, a firm hand grabbed her wrist.
Celeste gasped, her body jerking to a stop.
Her feet dangled over the edge, nothing but air beneath her. She looked up, her wide, tear-filled eyes locking onto Raven’s face.
Raven had caught her.
She had pushed her to the very edge of death—then pulled her back at the last second.
Celeste’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her body trembled violently as she clung to Raven’s grip, her nails digging into her skin.
She was alive.
But barely.
Raven crouched down, her golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “Did you feel it?” she asked softly.
Celeste’s throat was too dry to answer.
“The helplessness,” Raven continued. “The terror. The way your life flashed before your eyes.”
Celeste’s lips trembled. She couldn’t speak.
Raven smiled, but there was no kindness in it. “That was your warning.”
Then, she yanked Celeste up and tossed her onto solid ground like she was nothing.
Celeste gasped as she hit the dirt, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Raven stood over her, arms crossed. “You get to live,” she said coldly. “But the next time you step into my territory, I won’t be so merciful.”
Celeste swallowed hard, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Tell Kade,” Raven said, stepping back into the shadows, “that his past is coming for him.”
With that, she turned and disappeared into the night.
Celeste lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Then—
She scrambled to her feet and ran.
She ran like hell.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t look back.
She had to get back to the pack.
She had to tell Kade.
The moment Celeste reached the pack’s gates, she screamed.
“RAVEN IS ALIVE!”
Her voice rang through the night, cutting through the silence like a blade.
The guards turned, their faces twisting in confusion.
Celeste staggered forward, her face streaked with tears, her body shaking violently. “She’s alive! I saw her! She—she let me go!”
The pack members gathered, whispers spreading like wildfire.
It couldn’t be true.
Raven Blackwood was dead.
Wasn’t she?
A few warriors rushed forward, grabbing Celeste’s arms. “You’re not making sense,” one of them said. “You need to calm down—”
“I’M NOT CRAZY!” Celeste screamed. “SHE’S BACK!”
The crowd parted suddenly, and there he was.
Alpha Kade.
His face was unreadable, his dark eyes locked onto Celeste with an intensity that made her legs weak.
He stepped forward, towering over her. “Say it again.”
Celeste swallowed hard. Her voice shook. “Raven is alive.”
Silence.
A dangerous, suffocating silence.
Then—Kade’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening. His entire body stiffened with rage.
His voice was quiet, but deadly. “The warriors. The ones who threw her off the cliff.”
The crowd shifted uneasily.
Kade’s eyes burned with fury. “Bring them to me.”
The warriors who had been assigned to dispose of Raven were dragged into the courtyard. Their faces were pale, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.
They knelt before Kade, their heads bowed.
“My Alpha,” one of them said, “we did as you commanded. She fell. She should be dead.”
Kade’s eyes flashed with something dangerous.
“But she’s not,” he growled.
The warriors exchanged nervous glances.
Kade turned to Celeste. “Tell them what you saw.”
Celeste took a shaky breath. “I saw her with my own eyes. She stood before me. She—she pulled me back from the cliff. She let me go.”
One of the warriors gasped. “Impossible—”
Kade’s patience snapped.
In a blur, he lunged forward, grabbing the warrior by the throat. With one sharp twist, the man’s neck snapped.
A sickening crack echoed through the courtyard.
The body fell limp at Kade’s feet.
The pack members gasped, stepping back in horror.
The remaining warriors trembled, their heads lowering further.
Kade’s voice was ice-cold. “You failed me.”
Another warrior stammered, “Alpha, we swear—we saw her fall! We did as you ordered!”
Kade’s hand twitched. “Then why is she still breathing?”
No one had an answer.
No one could.
Kade exhaled sharply, trying to control the rage boiling inside him. “Raven Blackwood is a ghost,” he muttered, his jaw tight. “And because of your failure, she has returned to haunt us.”
He turned to the guards. “Slaughter them.”
The warriors barely had time to react before swords were drawn.
Screams filled the air as blood spilled onto the ground.
Kade watched without emotion.
Raven was alive.
Kade took a deep breath, his hands still stained with blood. His rage hadn’t settled, but he needed to think.
He turned to leave, his mind racing.
Then—a sharp whistle.
His body tensed.
An arrow.
Fast. Silent. Deadly.
His instincts screamed—MOVE!
But it was too late.
The arrow pierced through the air, aimed straight for him.
Kade’s eyes widened. His wolf roared in warning.
And then—
Impact.
A sharp burn tore through his shoulder.
He staggered.
Gasps erupted around him.
But Kade didn’t fall.
Instead, he turned slowly—his fury now colder.
“Who,” he growled, “dared?”