Rayanna stood from the desk, and the air around her shifted. The playful cruelty receded, replaced by something older. Something that had been carrying a weight for a very long time. She was like a cat playing with its prey … me.
“You think you know what I want,” she said. “Everyone does. The Raven Witch, hunting the royal bloodline, trying to steal the Lycan King’s power for herself. That’s the story, isn’t it? The version that’s been passed down for generations. The convenient lie that nobody bothered to question.”
“You’re telling me it’s not true?”
“I’m telling you it’s not mine.” Her violet eyes burned. “Do you know why they call me the Raven Witch?”
I said nothing.
“It’s not a name I chose. It was given to me. By Korvax. Korvax was named because of the dark color of his wolf. It
