(𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉) 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏🩶🌙

☽ 𝐒 𝐭 𝐨 𝐫 𝐦 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐒 𝐢 𝐥 𝐞 𝐧 𝐜 𝐞 ☾

Cassian's Perspective

"Raven is wolf-less." These words carry immense power, and the moment they are spoken, I feel a chilling wave of dismay wash through my body.

Wolf-less. The term holds so much weight, so much pain and isolation. The notion that someone like Raven, the daughter of a powerful Alpha, lacks an inner wolf hits me like a physical blow. My breath catches, and I feel my heart skip a beat as my mind tries to process this revelation.

The shock is profound. In our society, the inner wolf is more than just a part of us-it is our guide, our protector, our closest friend. Being wolf-less means living without that inner voice, that strength and leadership the wolf provides. It's as if one must go through life missing an essential part of themselves. The thought that Raven had to endure all of this alone makes my fists clench involuntarily. The injustice of her situation hits me with a force I wasn't prepared for.

I stare at her, seeing how she lowers her head as if trying to hide, as though she feels ashamed. But it isn't shame that shocks me-it's the fact that she has carried all this alone, never having anyone to understand her. The loneliness she must have felt is unimaginable.

Then Althea speaks further, and what she says turns my shock into raw anger: "And her father... he punished her for it. Over and over again. She never told anyone, but I know it was him. He punished her for something she couldn't control."

The words hit me like a slap in the face. Inside me, a storm brews, and my wolf growls deep within my chest as if it senses the wrongs done to Raven. The thought that her own father-the Alpha, the one who should protect and guide her-used his power to hurt her for something she was born with makes my blood boil.

I look at Raven, still keeping her gaze lowered as if she can't bear the shame. But at this moment, I see no shame in her-only strength. Strength she has maintained all these years despite everything that was done to her. My anger grows, but it is not directed at Raven. No, it is directed at the man who dared to treat his own daughter as though she were worth less just because she was different.

"Your father... he hit you?" I ask, my voice rough with suppressed fury. Raven flinches
slightly, as if preparing for another confrontation. But when she looks up at
me, I see the tears she is struggling to hold
back.

"Raven..." I begin, but my voice falters. In her eyes, the pain flashes, and before I can even move towards her, she collapses into tears. The tears streaming down her face are like a blow to the gut. My heart twists as I see her break under the weight of her anguish. Her knees give way, and she sinks to the floor. Her tears flow like an unstoppable river, and her entire form shakes with unprocessed pain. She looks fragile, lost in a sea of despair.

Althea's revelation-that Raven is wolf-less -combined with the fact that she suffered violence from her father, the Alpha, creates an image I cannot erase: her own father using his power to break her. How could someone be so cruel?

She kneels on the floor, sobbing, unable to hear Althea's or my words. I kneel beside her, wanting to hold her, to comfort her, but she recoils, as if my touch were a blow she must protect herself from.

"Raven," my voice is firm but gentle. She cannot continue like this. I try to reach her, but she seems trapped in her own hell. Her hands tremble, and she desperately wipes her face, as if she could push away the tears-or the memory of what she has endured.

"Please... please don't hurt me," she pleads, her voice choked with tears. "I can't take this anymore. I'd rather die, Cassian... I can't go through this again."

Her words hit me like a punch to the face. "Raven, that will never happen again." My tone grows firmer, more resolute. "I will never hurt you. I swear it." But she does not hear me; she hears nothing now. Her fear has her in its grip, as if she is in a deep whirlpool with no escape.

She scrambles away from me, as if fleeing is her only option, staggering to her feet and stumbling, uncertain and completely overwhelmed, toward the kitchen. Althea follows, calling her name, desperately trying to calm her. But Raven grabs a knife from the counter and holds it with trembling hands before her. The look in her eyes is terrifying as she presses the knife against her stomach, ready to hurt herself if we come closer.

"Raven, put that down," Althea's voice is
soft, pleading. "You don't need to do this."
But Raven does not respond. Her eyes are
glazed, her body tense. She is on the brink
of plunging the blade into herself.

I cannot allow this to happen. Without another word, I stealthily approach her, my steps quiet and careful. My heart races, and the seconds stretch into eternity as I wait for the right moment. Then I move quickly. My arm wraps around her body, pulling her close, while my other hand reaches for the knife. She screams, struggles, kicks with her legs, trying with all her might to defend herself.

"Let me go!" She fights against my grip as if her life depends on it, but I hold her firm. Yet Raven's panic does not subside. She kicks at my legs, pulls at my arms, desperately trying to break free.

"Raven!" I shout her name, but she does not listen. Her desperation is too great, her fear too deeply rooted. I know I have to act. There is only one way to pull her out of this spiral, out of this darkness consuming her.

Taking a deep breath, I grab her hair gently, push it aside, and press my mouth to her neck. "I'm sorry," I whisper softly before sinking my teeth into her skin.

She stiffens in my arms. Her scream suddenly stops, her body goes limp as the bite takes effect. The knife falls from her hands, and Althea catches it with trembling fingers, her eyes wide with shock. Raven shivers and twitches in my hold, her breathing slowing, deepening, until she finally becomes still.

I lift my head as I feel her losing consciousness and gently catch her before she can fall. Her body feels heavy and exhausted, but she is now calm. Her panic is gone, the storm that nearly swallowed her has subsided.

I sit on the floor, holding her limp form in my arms, and place her head on my lap. Her face is pale but peaceful, as if the pain that has tormented her for so long has finally eased. I carefully brush her hair from her face and look at Althea, who still kneels beside us, her hands trembling.

"It's over," I say quietly, my voice now gentle but firm. "She needs rest. Her body is processing this now."

Althea kneels beside us, her hands still shaking, but she nods slowly. "Will she be alright?" Her voice is fragile, filled with concern for her friend.

"Yes," I reply, my tone more certain now. "She will be alright. I knew she would pass out. It had to happen." I continue to stroke Raven's hair soothingly. "She was on the
brink of harming herself. This was the only
way to stop it." Althea nods again, but the fear in her eyes has not entirely disappeared. "She... she has been through so much. Will this really help?"

"It will help," I say firmly. "It was necessary. She will recover." I pull Raven closer to me, feeling her calm breath against my chest. "And I will be here when she wakes up."

Althea takes a deep breath, visibly relieved by my words. "Thank you, Cassian," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible.

I just nod, as words seem insufficient at this moment. I look down at Raven, resting in my arms, and vow again that I will never let her be in such a situation again. No matter the cost, I will protect her. Always.

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What do you think of the first chapter from Cassian's perspective?

Do you believe Cassian can keep his promise?

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