The Broken Raven - A Paradox Of Two Worlds Series Book 1

Chapter 85 - Raven

I keep moving forward until I arrive at the stream. The same one from the day when everybody wanted me dead. I observe the water's motion from a log as I sit there. While the sun is overhead, a cold breeze sweeps across my face. I take a look around and observe the emergence of new leaf buds on the trees.

Memories of all the past events run through my mind. It's kind of funny how life can change in just a matter of days. When you find out you are the most feared thing to walk this earth, If I had stayed away from Clay and done what I was supposed to do, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have to worry about Clay getting hurt. He's strong, it would take a lot to take him down, but they would just torture him until he broke and gave up. That's worse than death. A shiver runs up my spine at the thought of it.

"Well, look what I found." A menacing laugh erupts behind me. "Not again." I roll my eyes as I stand up.

This time, I know what I'm doing.

"Beckett, right?" I look at the Lycan pup, who stands there trying to look like the big, bad wolf. He steps toward me. I put my head back and run my fingers through my hair. "I'm going to allow you ten seconds to get out of here before I rip your heart out of your chest." I smile at him.

He runs towards me, pushing me to the ground. He laughs as if he has won. My hand rips through his chest as he gasps for air. I can feel his heart beating in my hand, warm and pulsing with life, as I begin to squeeze it. The anguish on his face is satisfying—a small victory in a world that has never been fair to me.

"It's funny how a person's actions can end up being the reason for their own destruction," I whisper as my hand rips out his heart. His body collapses on top of me. I push him off and lay there for a moment, catching my breath. I turn my head and look at the heart lying there in my hand. It's still beating, a reminder of the power I hold.

I can't help but wonder if my own destruction is inevitable. But for now, I revel in the feeling of control and power. I've always felt like the world was against me, like I had no say in my own life. But in this moment, I am in control. I am the one who decides who lives and who dies. It's a heady feeling, and I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. But as I stare at the heart in my hand, I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. No one deserves to die like this. But in this world, sometimes the only way to survive is to kill.

Clay is going to kill me. I head towards the house and hear Clay calling out my name. Uh oh!

"She's not answering her damn phone," he shouts at the others. I take a deep breath before I step into the clearing of the property as the sun hits my face. "That's because I left it in the car." Dirt covers my body, mixed with the Lycans blood. I'm in desperate need of a shower.

He drops his phone and runs toward me, taking hold of my shoulders and looking me up and down, as if I am the one who is hurt. "I'm fine. It's not my blood."

Without a word, he pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head. The bond between us is so strong that I can sense he was terrified of what could have happened to me. He has told me numerous times not to go out alone.

"You scared me." He holds me tighter, and I can feel his heart racing. "I'm fine, I promise." I look up at him and smile. He wraps his arms around me, and we make our way to the front door. I look back once more as I see the sun setting. It's a beautiful sight. I take a deep breath, savouring the moment and the feeling of being in his arms, because there is more to come our way.