(𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉) 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏🩶🌙

☽ 𝐒 𝐡 𝐚 𝐜 𝐤 𝐥 𝐞 𝐬 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐃 𝐞 𝐬 𝐩 𝐚 𝐢 𝐫 ☾

Raven's Perspective

I come to. The cold creeps through the stone floor and seeps into my bones. My eyelids are so heavy, as if weights are pulling them down; every blink is torture. A pounding pain pulses behind my forehead, slowly spreading through my body. Something is wrong, and I immediately know I've been drugged.

Where am I?

I try to move, but my arms feel like lead. The ropes around my wrists cut into my skin. Rough, tightly knotted, they bind me to a chair. Panic rises in me. I blink, my vision gradually clears. The room I'm in is small, dark, and smells of stale smoke and damp stone. Somewhere, water drips softly, steadily, almost like a countdown ticking in my head.

"Cassian..." I whisper, my voice cracking. My heart clenches at the thought of him. Where is he? Has he searched for me? Tried to find me?

I try to sit up, struggle against the bonds, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. The drug is still affecting me. Every breath hurts in my chest, and I swallow down the panic rising within me.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. Heavy boots echo on the stone floor. My heart races, and I turn my head as far as I can. A door creaks open, light floods the room. Two men enter. One of them is Magnus-I know him too well. He's a cold, ruthless leader of a rival pack. But it's not him that scares me the most.

It's the other man.

He steps toward me slowly, his eyes cold and calculating. I don't recognize his face, but his aura is terrifying. He exudes a dark authority that makes me shiver. In his hands, he holds something that looks like a long metal rod, its tip ending in a cruel hook.

"You're awake," he says quietly, his voice deep and penetrating. "That makes things more interesting."

"What... what do you want from me?" My voice cracks, barely more than a whisper, and I can't stop the trembling in it. My stomach tightens so much that I feel sick, but I swallow hard and force myself not to look away from them. Don't let them see the fear crawling under my skin. Don't let them know my heart is racing like it's about to burst out of my chest.

He grins, but it's a cold, emotionless grin. "It's not about you, girl. You're the last piece of the puzzle. Without you, his world will remain incomplete." Cassian, huh? Magnus steps closer, his eyes gleaming as he stares at me. "You matter to him." He leans in slightly. "This will destroy him."

"Cassian..." I gasp, my breath coming in shallow bursts, "Cassian will come." My voice shakes, but I hold his icy gaze, even though my heart pounds so hard I think it might shatter. "And when he comes..." I force the words out, feeling the pain echo in my chest, "he'll tear both of you apart."

Magnus raises an eyebrow, a cold, mocking smile playing on his thin lips. His gaze flickers briefly to the door before fixing on me again, as if savoring the tension building in my body. "Cassian..." he lets the name roll off his tongue as if it's a bad joke. "Do you really think he'll come to save you? Or will he come to save his crown, hmm?"

Magnus chuckles softly, as if he's expected this threat. "Oh, I hope so. But we have something that means more to him than life itself. You."

The other man steps closer, leaning over me until I can feel his breath on my face. "He'll come, but not as a hero. He'll come to negotiate. To beg. And when he does, he'll lay down his crown. Only then, maybe, will you survive."

My stomach clenches. The reality hits me like a punch. They want to force Cassian to give up his title as King of the Wolves. All the years he spent preparing for this responsibility, all the sacrifices he made-they want to take it all away from him. And they want to use me as leverage to break him.