Ravenwood

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Khalil's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing and intense. "I think you're hiding something," he said, his voice low and even. "You're not just a lost traveler, are you?" Nia's heart raced faster, and her mind was racing with ways to deflect his suspicion. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered. Khalil's expression turned skeptical, his eyes boring into hers. "Don't play dumb," he said, his voice firm but measured. "I can smell werewolves on you." You're running from something or someone. Nia's eyes darted around, searching for an escape route, but Khalil's gaze held her captive. She felt like a rabbit trapped in a snare, unable to move or flee. His eyes seemed to see right through her, to the very heart of her secrets. "I'm not afraid of anything," she lied, trying to sound braver than she felt. Khalil's eyes narrowed further, and his jaw clenched in suspicion. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with disbelief. "You're coming with me." He gestured to one of his guards, a large and imposing figure with piercing eyes. "Take her to the holding cell," Khalil commanded. Nia's heart sank as the guard approached her, his hand reaching out to grasp her arm. She tried to shake him off, but he held firm, his grip like a vice. "Let me go!" she protested, trying to struggle free. But Khalil just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're not going anywhere," he said. "At least, not until I'm done with you." Nia's heart raced as the guard dragged her away, her mind racing with thoughts of darkness and torture. She had heard rumors of the Raven Woods' brutal methods and their use of dark magic to extract confessions from their prisoners. What if they sent her back to the Lightwood pack to face the wrath of Carter and his followers? As she was thrown into the holding cell, Nia's fears seemed to solidify into reality. The cell was damp and cold, and the walls were made of dark stone that seemed to absorb the faint light that filtered through the bars. She was trapped, with no escape, at the mercy of the Ravenwood pack. And Khalil, the prince with piercing brown eyes that seemed to hide secrets, was the one who held her fate in his hands. “Fine. My name is Nia Moon. I ran away from the alpha of my last pack. He and the pack hurt me, and I found out we were mates recently,” Nia told him without giving more information. Khalil's eyes narrowed, his gaze still intense with suspicion. "What are you hiding?" Nia's eyes widened, her heart racing with fear. "I'm not hiding anything," she protested, but Khalil's skeptical gaze made her doubt her own words. "I don't know what you're talking about," she added, trying to sound convincing, but Khalil's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for secrets she didn't even know she kept. Seeing that Nia would not say anything more, he turned and left the cell, leaving Nia to wonder what secrets she might be hiding from herself. Nia's eyelids grew heavy, and she surrendered to the exhaustion that had been building up. As she drifted off to sleep, she found herself in a dream world unlike any she had ever known. She stood in a lush meadow, surrounded by creatures with colorful wings, flitting about like butterflies. The sky was a brilliant blue, with clouds of every hue—pink, purple, orange, and yellow. The air was crisp and peaceful, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Rivers flowed gently through the landscape, their crystal-clear waters reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky. Trees towered above her, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. It was a realm of pure magic, where everything seemed to vibrate with joy and wonder. But as she wandered through this enchanted land, the scene began to shift and distort. The creatures' wings began to fade, their colors dulling to gray. The sky turned dark, the clouds twisting into menacing storm clouds. The rivers churned and foamed, their waters turning to mud. The trees withered and died, their leaves crumbling to dust. The flowers wilted, their petals falling like tears. The ground cracked and split, revealing deep fissures that seemed to swallow everything in their path. Nia's heart raced as she watched in horror, unable to move or speak. The destruction was complete, leaving only desolation and ruin in its wake. Just as she thought the dream was over, a figure emerged from the shadows. A black woman with long, flowing hair and a long blue dress seemed to shimmer in the darkness. Her eyes locked onto Nia's, and she spoke in a voice that was both gentle and commanding. "It has begun," she said, her words echoing in Nia's mind long after she woke up, gasping for breath, in the cold darkness of her cell.
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