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•Where there's a wolf, there's a raven.
The raven may be a source of unwanted annoyance or welcome companionship; a blessing or a curse.
But, still, it will be there•
Raven Garcia's first conversation with Spencer Lyall was brought about in t...
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Chapter 3
After a successful Saturday night gig, Raven and Corvin sat in a slightly tense Sunday-evening silence. It was Corvin's 18th birthday, and both teenagers had a sneaking suspicion that there was going to be another feathery fiasco that night.
"Your name means raven in Latin."
Corvin nodded tersely. "I know."
"I don't think that's a coincidence." Raven said, grimacing when her cousin released a heavy breath.
"Neither do I." He admitted before they both fell silent once more.
Their worry was not misplaced.
Sure enough, as the clock hit half past eleven, Raven heard a suspiciously bird-like shriek come from her cousin's room.
"Corvin?" She called out, walking along the hallway to his room. All she got in response was a squawk. "Feeling a little...bird-like?" She teased as she stepped into his room, but the raven standing on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt did not look amused.
It took Corvin ten minutes to successfully shift back to human form, and Raven made sure her back was turned when he did. Then, with his nightclothes firmly back on, Corvin traipsed into the kitchen. His cousin followed, plucking a stray feather from the crown of his head when he stopped at the sink.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Raven muttered, lifting herself so she was sitting on the kitchen counter.
"Ser muy doloroso." He confirmed. "I felt like my bones were breaking and-and..."
As much as the two cousins had laughed and teased each other about the whole 'shapeshifting' situation, it really wasn't a joke. In all honesty, Raven was scared. She'd turned into a raven, twice, which was technically impossible, and now Corvin had shifted once too.
It was beyond their control, and that was scary.
The other thing that kept Raven up about the whole situation was the mystery aspect. Neither cousin had any idea why they had the ability to shape shift, and Raven had just had a very peculiar dream about a certain Spencer Lyall when that mystery was solved in the form of Corvin Garcia and a letter.
"Raven!" He called. "We got mail!"
Raven rubbed her groggy brown eyes. "And it's not a bill?"
"Nope, but it's addressed to both of us so get up or I'm opening it by myself." He threatened and his cousin sighed.
"Okay, okay, fine." She conceded, getting reluctantly out of bed. Corvin was sitting on the couch when she emerged from her room, and she joined him not long after, once she'd fixed herself a coffee.
Raven didn't know what she was expecting when her cousin ripped open the envelope, but it was definitely not a written explanation from her Mother and Aunt, neither of whom had reached out to her since they each left a 6 month old baby without a trace.
