Cursed to live forever as a Raven, these Warriors can only be human on the days and nights of the full moon.
Charged with protecting Maili, Tremain realizes she has gone missing. Linnea helps Tremain to find her friend, using her budding magickal powers. She feels the burn from the thread which is binding her to Tremain.
Alena’s estranged family begs her to return home. Granted a semi-reprieve from his Raven Warrior curse, Darius has been assigned to investigate the death of two werewolf children. Darius uncovers who is hunting the pack. All the while fighting the rising emotions he has for Alena.
Seth’s flown the skies for two thousand years. Jayd employs Seth, not knowing his true nature. He keeps his distance. Jayd craves to feel his lips, but doesn’t dare approach him. Shadows are whispering and Jayd’s terrified to go home. Seth finds the shop empty and employs the help of his Raven brothers to find her.
The flautist gazed at her chewed nails with the chipped purple polish on them. She had tried to stop biting them and let them grow, but with playing the flute so much, long nails would hinder her playing, so she reverted back to her habit of gnawing. It didn’t matter if she had fake nails on either. She bit into those, too. Linnea shook her head and stared up at her friend, who was inhaling a drag from a cigarette. Linnea waved her hand to move the smoke away. She didn’t know how many times she had told her friend to quit sucking on those things. Eventually it would ruin her beautiful voice.
“You should stop that you know. Some of us need our lungs to make a living. Besides, you don’t want to damage those pipes of yours.” Linnea struggled to get her foot back into her shoe since her big toe had swollen to the size of a golf ball. A regimen of soaking in Epsom salts and lavender followed by a bag of ice was what she was up for when she got home. Hopefully then she could walk on it without looking like a crooked monkey.
Maili chuckled. It sounded like the tinkling of breaking glass. “I’m down to three a day. That won’t kill me. Then again I still have one after sex. I guess my habit is about seven a day.”
Linnea blushed at the mention of her friend’s sex life. The whole cast knew she was fucking the scarecrow. Whatever Maili saw in Jason, she didn’t know. He was as bad a singer as he was an actor. He might be sleeping with Maili, but that doesn’t mean any of her talent is going to rub off on him. He’s an idiot. Why can’t he get a clue? Why can’t Maili just get rid of him? He’s got no brains. Just like his character. Jason was so concerned about his looks, the whole show stopped if he had a pimple. Linnea knew he was cute. Blond hair, blue eyes and a six pack for a stomach. He might not have been so bad, if he didn’t think everyone around him was there to wait on him hand and foot.
No matter. Linnea knew her friend would get tired of her boy toy sooner of later and move onto someone else. She had seen it before. The flautist doubted Maili ever really loved anyone. If Linnea brought it up over their late night sessions of rocky road ice cream and orange vodka, Maili laughed it off and changed the subject. The singer had confided in Linnea once that she was not going to get married. Her mother had already arranged one for her. How many flings she had didn’t matter just as long as she knew when it was time to get married, and that was it.
Linnea didn’t press the issue further as she had heard the resentment in her voice. She didn’t understand the whole idea of an arranged marriage, but it was obvious Maili was from a different kind of family and society. She didn’t need to worry about money and always treated when they went out. Linnea had never met her best friend’s mother. That Maili had a mother who didn’t interact with her made Linnea feel bad. She would have killed for that. She didn’t remember her parents, just the photographs her grandmother had of them at their wedding when they seemed to be happy. How happy she would never know.
“Even still, Maili. Those things can cause cancer. You shouldn’t –“
A large shadow passed over the near full moon. Linnea heard the flutter of wings next to her ear. An ominous caw echoed in the alleyway. She jumped. The largest raven she had ever seen had settled on the dumpster. Chills tap-danced on her spine as the night suddenly got colder. It almost reminded her of Halloween when the atmosphere was ripe with spirits.
No matter, she couldn’t know what was hiding in the darkness. Staring at the bird, she saw the blue-black sheen of its feathers. She’d never been close enough to a bird of this size to see how beautiful it was. Its slender onyx beak looked deadly should it decide to use her fingers as dinner. Nearly the size of a toddler, it must have had a wingspan of at least five feet. She wondered if it was an eagle in disguise.
The bird fixed her with his dark eyes like it was reading her soul. The flutist got an eerie sense, as if someone were stepping on her grave. Something about the raven was off and yet it seemed vaguely familiar. It was a crazy notion.
Maybe it had lost its way. Yet, there was a spark inside of her that recognized the animal...