forum Teeth and Talons [Closed]
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Everyone knows there are mafias in New York. Some are well known, some are not. The Wolves, for instance, are one of the oldest and most feared mafias in the area. But they have a new rival, one that rose up overnight, so quickly that even the new, young leader of the Wolves, Sterling Ainsley, didn't see it coming.

The Ravens are quick and quiet, much like the Wolves, actually. Each kill is left with a single, black raven's feather, their mark. The mark of the wolf is a strong scent, a cologne that the police suspect the Wolves spray the body with to hide their real scents from the dogs. Really, though, it's just for show. But, shhh… You didn't hear it from me…

We know the leader of the Wolves, Sterling Ryder Ainsley, but who is the mafia lord for their rivals, the Ravens? No one knows. No one has seen his or her face except for the few that make up his or her inner circle. And that is a very tightly knit group. They would never spill that information, not for all the money in the world.

Both mafia families are close. So close, in fact, that they truly are each other's family. Some of those Ravens or Wolves come from bad homes. Some were kicked out. Some were pulled in off the street from what they would consider a fate worse than death. And they love each other deeply.

So why the rivalry, you may ask? Why is there so much animosity between the two groups when they're so alike? Well… Let's just say that some Ravens have died seemingly by a Wolf's claws. And some Wolves have died seemingly by a Raven's talons. So, yes, they are very similar. But they also hate each other strongly.

And what of the police force? The police have tried to capture both groups many times. And have only come up empty handed. Though the name of the Alpha Wolf is well known, his face is not. And no one has seen the Ravens' leader nor heard their name. It doesn't help that they all wear masks when on a job, either.

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Name: Eden Rose McArthur

Age: 21

Called: Blackhole, Raven.

Gender: Female

Affiliations: Ravens

Rank: Leader

Appearance: 5'7

https://pin.it/vwve2wq2pxtqbm

Main tattoo (on her hand): https://www.pinterest.com/pin/613263674235834533/sent/

On her arm: https://pin.it/ww6redon23k6ha except it has ‘Five’ instead of ‘hope’ written on it. There are a total of five birds on it.

Her wrist: https://pin.it/koevkpbrg7gd4p

Left Collarbone: the words ‘𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒’

Right Ring Finger: 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔢.

Usual Outfit: Her preferences are dark clothing or rock style. Other than that, anything that’s comfortable, she’ll wear. She always wears leather gloves to hide her Raven tattoo, as well as because she despises skin-to-skin contact. The other Raven tattoos, she keeps covered with bandages, dealing them as a fashion style. When she’s in her mafia family, she wears dark clothing to blend in well, as well as a mask to keep her identity secure. The only thing she won’t wear is her leather glove on her left hand.

The Ravens’ mask: https://pin.it/464hsx7ufl5p7z

Personality: Cold, aloof, tough. Eden is cruel and supports a sadistic personality, and it intensifies when she’s in a bad mood. Eden hates narcissism and she dislikes bullies. She hates sexual assaulters, both male, and female, and doesn’t think twice about putting them in their place. Because she’s a closed-off person, she comes off as heartless. Though Eden prefers not to get her hands dirty, she wouldn’t hesitate to harm others to get her way.

However, her cold exterior is mostly a mask she wears to protect herself. In reality, she’s filled with insecurities and fears. Once you get past that exterior, she’s more shy and fearful. She's afraid of falling in love again because of what she went through, but most importantly, she's reluctant in letting people in her life.

Other: [Sibling(s), backstory, pet(s), hobbies, etc.]: Younger twin, has a pet Siberian cat named Razor who is more of her emotional support.

She’s the mafia leader of the group Ravens. Her mafia is merely a year old, consisting of around forty members. Her top consists of the Four; Elle as Second, Morrigan as Third, William as Fourth and Kaden as Fifth. All five of them have known each other since Junior year of high school.

When she was sixteen, she was in an abusive relationship. Her ex-boyfriend, Adrien Cortland, grew up with temper and abandonment issues, which prompted his violent behaviors with Eden. She had kept the abuse a secret, knowing if she spoke up, Adrien would hurt her more. However, after a particularly violent argument between the two, Adrien moved away. This relationship brought her down, drowning her in her depression. She became a shell of who she used to be.

However, she later met her friends, who helped her darkness become bearable. The five of them are incredibly close, a tight group of friends who wouldn't hesitate in killing someone for each other. Later on, they got involved in some mafia business, which prompted them to annihilate a big mafia. They formed their own group, Ravens, after this incident. A few months later, they decimated another mafia. They rose further to power, rivaling influence to that of the Wolves, who quickly became their biggest rivals.

In the Underworld business, she's known as Blackhole, the unknown leader of the Ravens people of NYC quickly fear. She and her Four are not known to the public, nor to their own members. The people only know about the horrors of Blackhole and her Ravens.


Name: Colton Miller.

Nickname(s): Cole, King.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Task Force (Cop)

Rank: King/Co-leader.

Appearance: Curly black hair and brown eyes. Freckles on his nose, a small cut over the corner of his left lip. 6'2, tall. Well-built, sharp eyes. He prefers to wear simple, easy-to-move-in clothes on normal occasions, and a black t-shirt and leather jacket with pants and combat boots when he’s on duty.

Personality: Quiet, aloof, serious, doesn't tolerate laziness. Leader-like, no filter on his words. Sarcastic, witty, confident, doesn't get along with others much. Smart, knows what he wants to do in life, cranky when there's no caffeine in his system. He’s the type to put himself into danger to protect others, especially those he cares about.

Flaws: Single-player.

Likes: Coffee, training, sleeping.

Dislikes: Waking up way too early in the morning, bitter things, when things don’t go according to plan.

Other: Little sister. Half-leader of the Task Force. He’s somewhat messy but likes to keep things organized. He has a black cat named Key. His current mission is to hunt down each and every member of the two mafia groups, Ravens and Wolves.

Background: A simple background. Though his parents were well-off, he still worked hard to become a part of the police. His potential was recognized through a high officer, and after training, was put into the Task Force. He wishes to eradicate all criminals, including the Ravens and Wolves. He has a deep sense of duty and justice.

Weapons: Guns.


Name: William Jones

Age: 22

Called: Fourth

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Ravens

Rank: Four

Appearance: 6’3
https://pin.it/lln6j533tzzk4f

Tattoo over his shoulder (main): https://www.pinterest.com/pin/613263674235834533/sent/
Four’s Tattoo on his left wrist: https://pin.it/koevkpbrg7gd4p
Collarbone Tattoo: ‘𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒’

Raven Mask: https://pin.it/464hsx7ufl5p7z

Outfit: He wears what’s in his profile most of the time. Has ear piercings, wears studs. When he’s doing mafia business, he likes to wear clothes which are easily blended in the dark but also doesn’t strike suspicion.

Personality: Smart, but pretends not to be. He’s rude, aggressive and likes to push people around. He’s described as a heart of stone. He’s flirty, likes having things go his way, relies on physical strength. William knows how to manipulate people and knows how to choose his words carefully. He’s troublesome but doesn’t get caught. He’s witty, charming and cunning, and things don’t usually slip by him easily. William is brutal and harsh, but he doesn’t think twice about protecting those close to him.

Flaws: Anger issues, inability to work well with others.

Other: Took anger management classes for a month before he grew tired of it. Only child. Plays all sorts of sports. He’s Eden’s Fourth. William is one of the interrogators.

When he was nine, his parents had him sent to his grandmother since he didn’t have a passport at that time while they went on business abroad. His grandmother emotionally abused him for four years, which became the reason for him being unable to control his anger.


Name: Grayson Jules

Nicknames: Gray

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Wolves

Rank: Spy

Appearance: https://pin.it/35cxpjds7eq3ee

Tattoo on his right shoulder: https://pin.it/qitj5lwfxoni5z

Wolf Mask: https://pin.it/wsmso5osdapqjo

Usual Outfit: Anything from hoodies to shirts to jeans etc

Personality: Though Gray has a history of flirting and flings, he's respectful and is respected in return. He smart, but he doesn’t like to prove it. He uses his good looks in his advantage. Although he has a rather cheerful personality, somewhat like a cat, Gray sometimes can’t control his temper. His mafia personality is a bit complicated to describe. He’s extremely dodgy and knows how to lie fairly well. He’s good with computers and can hack pretty well, which is one of the reasons why he's the spy for the Alpha.

Flaws: Arrogant, prideful.

Other: Gray’s an orphan living with his younger sister. His mother died a few days after giving birth when he was five, leaving him, his father and his baby sister, Aria, behind. Two years later, Gray’s father died on duty in a fire, leaving him and his sister officially orphans. They used to live with their aunt under negligence until a family friend, Amanda, took charge and adopted them when Gray was twelve.

When Gray turned 18, he joined the Wolves to protect his family.


Name: Lucas James McArthur

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Task Force (Cop)

Rank: Knight

Appearance: (6 Feet) https://pin.it/pgd4yz5mottmyh

Usual Outfit: ^^

Personality: Lucas is the opposite of his twin sister. While she's cool and calm, cold and aloof, he is a mess. He's usually done with everything, and although he's confident, his shyness is not much behind. Lucas is soft and warm but can get harsh when the time calls for it. He’s protective when he needs to be. He loves looking at the night sky and is a huge astrology nerd, and is the type to read articles on Wikipedia just for fun. He will always have his phone battery less than fifty percent because he's too lazy to put it on charging.

Flaws: Too loyal.

Other: [Sibling(s), backstory, pet(s), hobbies, etc.] He and his twin sister, Eden, were both born with bad eyesight, but his sister's sight gradually grew worse. Lucas had a pet rabbit named Ally, but she died when he was fifteen. He's extremely close with Eden and would do anything if that meant she'd smile. He’s married to Ashley. His position in the Task Force is a Knight. One of the reasons he became a cop was to prevent others from falling in the same fate as his sister.


Name: Kaden Smith

Age: 20

Called: Fifth

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Ravens

Rank: Five

Appearance: A bit scrawny, bronze skin, black hair, brown eyes. He’s got freckles dotting his cheeks and his nose. He doesn’t appear to be muscular.

Raven Tattoo over his shoulder: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/613263674235834533/sent/
The Four Tattoo on his wrist: https://pin.it/koevkpbrg7gd4p
Collarbone Tattoo: ‘𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒’

Raven Mask: https://pin.it/464hsx7ufl5p7z

Usual Outfit: Loose clothing, a bit stylish. Likes to have goggles on top of his head. Wears gloves most of the time, always keeps a doctor’s mask on him.

Personality: He’s absolutely loyal and loving. He’s the mom friend. He rants a lot, but only because he loves you. He’ll baby you when you need it and scold you when you deserve it. He likes carrying around vitamin candies.

Flaws: Holds grudges.

Other: Kaden is homosexual. Because of this, he was practically disowned by his parents. Through Elle, he met Eden and the other Three and joined their group.

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Name: Amber Lily Page
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Wolves
Rank: Underboss (second in command)
Appearance: 5’ 10”
https://pin.it/tjbh25npf5hxxt
Usual Outfit: Lacy or floral tops with jeans or mid-thigh- to knee-length skirts; flats, wedges, or ankle boots; she has a gold necklace with a tiny heart that she got from her mom. If she’s on a mission, she wears tight clothes, usually darker in color, and keeps her hair up in a ponytail.
Personality: She’s smart, generally pretty nice, but she can give off a “bad girl” vibe when she’s in a mood. Ever the helper, protective of those she considers her friends. She’ll be there with a smile if you need it (unless, of course, you’ve ticked her off. In which case, you may as well be speaking to a rock until she’s decided she can be around you again).
Flaws: She’s not very observant of others unless she really wants to be. She can be a little too proud, sometimes.
Favorite Food/Drink: Strawberry lemonade // strawberries. Honestly, just anything strawberry…
Favorite Animal: Border collie
Favorite Color: Silver blue
Favorite Season: Winter
Other: She had a rough time in high school and ended up sleeping with a lot of guys. Years later, one of those guys found her and tried to use her again, but she struggled against him as she tried to get away. Sterling found her and got rid of the guy, and now she works with him as his second-in-command. Has a special wolf tattoo for her place in the mafia ( https://pin.it/zdl244w2z5d42j ).


Name: Sterling Ryder Ainsley (Aka, the Alpha)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Wolves
Rank: Boss (leader, Alpha)
Appearance: https://pin.it/crnqliep7yu5qy
— Has the Wolves’ tattoo on his left forearm
— Also has a tattoo like this: https://pin.it/exrgqkdaojbyee
But it’s a man instead of a woman.
Usual Outfit: What’s in the picture, or black T-shirts and dark jeans.
Personality: Typewriter/hailstorm https://pin.it/b4t4b5ebso737c
Flaws: Closed-off, almost over-competitive.
Favorite Food/Drink: Cheeseburgers // He’s secretly obsessed with strawberry milkshakes.
Favorite Animal: Red Panda (but if you ask him, he’ll say a wolf)
Favorite Color: Dark blue.
Favorite Season: Winter
Other: He grew up in the mafia family, which his father being leader before him. When Sterling was 19, his father was shot and killed by the leader of one of the oldest mafias. He wanted to kill him to avenge his father, but a Raven got to the man first. Now, he has a deep hate for the young mafia family and leads the Wolves ferociously.


Name: Ashley Faith McArthur
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Wolves
Rank: Soldier (general member)
Appearance: 5’9” https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/b7/3d/e2b73d719deb3aa50b9991dcd74cfffd.jpg
— Has the Wolves’ tattoo her right shoulder.
Usual Outfit: Anything and everything that looks good and is comfortable enough to wear. She prefers nice T-shirts and jeans, or
Personality: Daddy’s girl; sassy, stubborn, can be flirty if she wants to be.
Flaws: Can take things too lightly; sometimes is overly stubborn.
Favorite Food/Drink: Sausage and pepperoni pizza // Dark chocolate mocha with extra whipped cream.
Favorite Animal: Hedgehogs!
Favorite Color: Rose pink.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Other: Her family knows a lot of the Wolves, so she grew up with them and with being in the family. Sterling brought her into the family as a full member when she asked, but she hasn’t risen to a specific rank yet. Also married to Lucas.


Name: Kasey Amberly Taylor
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Cops
Rank: Queen (equal to King, leader)
Appearance: 5'5" https://pin.it/sdvof4c7st2hcj
Usual Outfit: https://pin.it/ratxrtp3pn24d2
Personality: Pretty introverted, shy, quiet. There's more, but I can't explain it. Lol.
Flaws: Hides her feelings sometimes, which can make relationships difficult; doesn't like to admit when she needs help.
Favorite Food/Drink: Chocolate. Anything chocolate. Like, anything at all.
Favorite Animal: Cats
Favorite Color: Pink (shades of it)
Favorite Season: Spring
Other: Older brother (Harper Taylor, 25); calico cat named Ginger; majors in Computer Engineering; has worked with the cops since she was twenty.

@blue_topaz

Name: Elle Amberly
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Raven
Rank: Second in command
Appearance: Light blonde curls in large, slightly disorganized ringlets, a middle part and a widow’s peak. Before she moved to NYC, they fell more than halfway down her back, but now that she’s part of a highly organized crime family, her hair is cut short, just above her shoulders. Creamy skin, easily burnt, faint freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, a peachy undertone around her cheeks, nose, and shoulders. Large, hazel-green eyes, long but light-toned eyelashes, full, soft lips. Her features are generally delicate, but without her long hair, her appearance is uncannily androgynous. 5’7”, a relatively flat chest for her age, some curves around her hips, a mostly athletic figure despite a bit of leftover baby fat. Has this tattoo: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/613263674235834533/sent/ on her arm, confirming her allegiance to the Ravens, as well as this: https://pin.it/koevkpbrg7gd4p on her wrist, confirming her high position, and this: ‘𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒’ on her collarbone because all of Eden's Fours have it.
Personality: Headstrong, extroverted, energetic, very determined and very, very stubborn. Artistic, a hyperactive mind, always wants to be involved. Thrives trough teamwork, courageous, doesn’t get scared easily, mischievous, a bit of a joker around those she trusts. Can be extremely stoic and secretive if she needs to be, won't hesitate to kill despite how awful it makes her feel.
Flaws: Too prideful, holds grudges for too long, stubborn, impatient
Likes: Chocolate (white and milk), marbles designs, soft colours, peaches, acrylic painting, porcelain, whipped cream, sugar cubes, rhythmic gymnastics (with ribbons), the clarinet, martial arts, chimpanzees
Dislikes: Thick novels and textbooks, staying still for extended periods of time, tight, constricting clothing, gender roles (that’s definitely not to say that she dislikes typically feminine things), being coddled
Other/Backstory: Left-handed, good marks in her classes, flexible. Good at fencing, dancing, and rhythmic gymnastics. Elle grew up in Florida with her parents and twin brother, Elliot. She had a relatively happy childhood until around third grade, when Hurricane Wilma struck and her home was destroyed. Her father was left paralyzed from the waist down, and after about a year of moving around, the family was severely in debt. Elle's bright personality withered away, and by the time she hit eighth grade, was frequently made fun of for how little she talked and how she isolated herself from whoever tried to become her friend. Her mental condition improved over the years, and the family moved to New York with her mother's work, where she ended up in an absolute hellhole of a school. It was there that she met Eden McArthur and Morrigan Blackwell (junior year) ,and they became extremely close friends. Has two pet lovebirds named Scylla and Agamemnon.
Preferred Weapons: Any small form of firearm, twin daggers.


Name: Violeta Ahmeti
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Cop, Mafia Task Force
Rank: Rook
Appearance: Very dark brown hair, thick, wavy, and cut about an inch below her jawline, which is usually up in simple half-up hairdos (the kind with the bun on the top, or the space buns, or sometimes just the two front pieces tied together at the back). Neat bangs that compliment her face, dark eyes, thick but shortish lashes, tanned skin. Faint acne scars on her lower cheeks near her jawline, slight dimples, a more round-shaped face as opposed to ovular. Curves, more around the hips, a bit overweight and chubby, a mole on the right corner of her jawline. 5’6”ish.
Usual Outfit: A more vintage style. Loves black tank tops, especially spaghetti straps that show off her slightly freckles shoulders. Jeans, occasionally slightly distressed, corduroy cardigan-like sweaters, lots of hand woven bracelets on her wrists.
Personality: Relatively extroverted, quirky and not afraid to flaunt it, will walk with her head held high and do her best to be proud, even when she’s extremely self-conscious. Feels the need to have a social group, depends on friends and hates being alone, surprisingly fierce. Extremely loyal, will defend her friends until the end, generally motivates everyone. It took a long time, but she eventually began to learn to love her body and not be ashamed. She still has off days where she absolutely hates the way she looks, but she always makes sure to pick herself back up. Ambitious, can be mischievous, very courageous, loosely, sort-of organized.
Flaws: Can be too slow to anger or take offence, can be overly trusting, gets caught up in the thrill of doing something and doesn’t manage to enjoy it properly before it slips away.
Favourite Food/Drink: Watermelon juice
Favourite Animal: Baby African elephants and chimpanzees
Colour: Vintage lilac with hints of maroon
Season: Autumn/Spring
Book: Wuthering Heights
Movie: To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, Bohemian Rhapsody
Song: Nine In The Afternoon (Panic! at the Disco), Sugar (Poesy), Bird Song, Unchangeable Love (both by Through Juniper Vale)
Other/Backstory: Left-handed, plays the guitar and ukulele. Parents divorced when she was nine, and the awful fights beforehand were something that she never really got over. Her father, an absolute piece of shit, abused the whole family verbally for most of their lives.. A younger sister named Dana, who’s paralyzed from the waist-down. Loves flowers and painting. She became a police officer in order to help her mother pay off an enormous debt to someone on the force.


Name: Barry Lawrence
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Wolves
Rank: Soldier
Appearance: Wavy brown hair, shorter at the back and sides, usually slightly messy. Blue eyes shot with lighter and darker shades, a shockingly bright but natural colour, usually retaining a perpetually sad look. 6 ft tall, lean and athletic but muscular from years of training. A bit of stubble, needs glasses but usually just wears contacts, chapped lips occasionally stained with blood from how much he chews them. A lot of tattoos, most of them self-done, covering nearly all of his back, a good deal of his chest and stomach, and a lot of the skin on his arms. A few notable ones are the wolf tattoo confirming his allegiance ( https://pin.it/qitj5lwfxoni5z ), a branch with a crow perched over his heart, running over his chest, the huge, mosaic-like, geometric-style ocean waves across his back, and the series of various flower and bird outlines on his arms and stomach. Also has this: https://pin.it/qitj5lwfxoni5z confirming his allegiance to the Wolves.
Usual Outfits: Flannels, lots and lots of flannels, usually short-sleeved or rolled up to the elbows and in some shade of blue or cream. Blue jeans, some slightly battered, others covered in ink. Has glasses, which he only sometimes wears in favour of clear contact lenses, plus a battered brown watch on his left wrist. Wears the customary Wolf mask when on missions.
Flaws: Can come off as not caring by accident, lying has sort of become his default setting, lots of pent up anger, can lash out easily.
Personality: Quiet, doesn't speak unless he absolutely has to, cut off from all his fellow Wolves. Isolates himself, can come off as harsh and angry as a result of all his pent-up frustration, self-hate, and torment. Surprisingly sensitive, acts like he has a tough shell but the slightest reminder of his past can get through to him. Potent emotions, cries a lot when no one is looking, constantly berates himself for being weak. Barely sleeps.
Other/Backstory: Plays the acoustic guitar, enjoys song writing. Does all of the Wolf tattoos for Sterling. Always had a rocky relationship with his parents, who were always trying to change and constrict him. They weren't really good guardians or people, and disliked their artistic, joking, normally soft-spoken son. Growing up he had quite a few friends, but the most notable of them was Kasey, one of his closest. He began developing feelings for her in high school, but in tenth grade, he was walking home from school with his cousin (who was his closest family member), and she was run over by a car. She died, but Barry caught sight of a face in the car window—A famous Raven (who died months later). After the death of Eva, his cousin, he withdrew into himself, cutting himself off from his friends and becoming silent, harsh. He went to the Wolves in secret and pledged his allegiance to them, craving revenge for Eva's death (which he blamed himself for). Years later, he fell in love with the Raven Second, Morrigan, but their relationship was discovered by his boss, and he was ordered to kill her. Knowing that if he didn't do the deed, she would be tortured to death by someone else, Barry attempted to kill her. She got away, and he's hated himself ever since.


Name: Morrigan Blackwell
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Raven
Rank: Third in command
Appearance: Thick, wavy black hair cut halfway down her back, usually quite tangled and in a middle part and a widow's peak. Brown eyes so dark they appear to be black, lined with long dark lashes, pronounced facial features, a full mouth, and high cheekbones. Olive skin marred with countless scars, some tiny, others long, raised, or jagged. Some notable scars include the ones criss-crossing up her arms, the long gash going from below her ear to the centre of her chest, and the jagged scar running over the bridge of her nose. Athletic build, fairly muscular, slight curves, 5'9". Forces her expression into a scowl around anyone she doesn't trust. A huge tattoo on her back of two crows, the black one on the back of her right shoulder, facing diagonally downwards, and the white one halfway down her back (to the left side) as if falling from the sky, facing diagonally upwards towards the black crow. Lot's of skull, snake, and flower-themed tattoos on her arms, as well as several symbolic runes, plus a tattoo (done by Barry) that traces the huge scar on her neck and chest, shaped like a flock of black birds flying upwards. In addition to those, she has this: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/613263674235834533/sent on her arm, confirming her allegiance to the Ravens, this: https://pin.it/koevkpbrg7gd4p on her wrist, confirming her high position, and this: ‘𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒’ below her left collarbone, like all of the other people close to Eden.
Usual Outfit: A battered black leather jacket, black leggings or slightly distressed (black) jeans, which she occasionally draws all over with pen. (Black, again) Doc Martens or trainers. In the summer, she'll wear a (black) tank top underneath her leather jacket so she doesn't pass out from the heat, since she'll never expose her arms, legs, or chest to anyone she doesn't have the utmost trust in. Mascara, the occasional black eyeliner and nail polish (a futile attempt to keep herself from biting her nails), a tarnished silver nose ring and studs on her earlobes.
Personality: Sarcastic, blunt, isolates herself from most of the population. Swears like a sailor. Has a lot of pent-up rage, but in reality, she's subconsciously using the anger to hide her fear and insecurity from the rest of the world. She's just a terrified, traumatised girl inside, which she absolutely hates about herself. Won't hesitate to kill but has a surprisingly strong moral code when it comes to human matters, extremely distrusting and suspicious of nearly anyone.
Flaws: Lashes out much too easily, bottles up her emotions, hates herself with a seething passion. Doesn't let other people help her.
Other/Backstory: Grew up in an abusive household. Her mother left when she was four, stranding her and her younger sister, Fea, with their violent father. Morrigan took the brunt of his anger to save Fea, who had albinism and was constantly sick and in a weakened state, from any beatings. She isolated herself from her peers at school, and by the time she was in high school, everyone knew to avoid the 'scary punk girl'. Around eight or ninth grade, her father began to sexually abuse her. She left the house the moment she turned eighteen. All through high school, her only friends were Eden, Elle, William, and Kaden, who she trusts unconditionally. After the Ravens gained a significant amount of power, she fell in love with a Wolf named Barry, who betrayed her by trying to murder her in her sleep. Also, she has a motorbike and a black pitbull named Cerberus who she rescued off the streets (he's a big sweetie).


Name: Andreas O'Connor
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Wolves
Rank: Healer, soldier
Appearance: Tanned skin dotted with countless freckles and moles, which are all over his body. Fluffy ginger hair cut short, muscular build, 6'0". Hazel eyes, an adorably dorky smile. This tattoo: https://pin.it/qitj5lwfxoni5z over his heart, confirming his allegiance to the Wolves.
Usual Outfit: Skinny jeans or cargo pants, simple short-sleeved tops and the occasional band t-shirt and hiking boots. Wears his mother's golden cross necklace beneath his shirt, despite the fact that he isn't religious.
Personality: Sweet, caring, sort of a mom friend at times. A bit of a hopeless romantic, extroverted, just wants the best for those he cares about, and will sacrifice anything to get that. Hardworking, brave, the heart of a lion.
Flaws: Too trusting at times, but too slow to forgive after his trust is broken. Will kill for caramel candies.
Other/Backstory: Harsh father who was usually away on a business trip, mute, loving mother. Had a little sister named Alma, who he loved very much. Came out to his family as gay in senior year. His mother was accepting, his father…. was not. Andreas moved out the moment he turned eighteen and ended up living in NYC while he worked to earn enough money to pay for college, since his father refused. Joined the Wolves after they agreed to help him pay off a debt.

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Third Person:

In the quiet, eerie room lay a man, tied to the floor with chains, a blindfold over his eyes. Dried blood caked the side of his face. His right arm was twisted painfully, with one of his fingers missing while others were pulled out of their sockets. The man had no energy to wrestle against the bonds. His struggles were fruitless.

Then the door opened and a figure stepped in supporting a feathery raven black mask over his (?) face. The heels of their boots clacked on the cold, hard floor, and if the man had thought the room was cold, he immediately changed his opinion when he looked into the eyes of the person.

If parents wanted to tell a story to their kids to scare them into obeying, this figure was the best subject to include. The man had only heard of stories. Of the brutal murders, of the strategic plans that hardly ever failed, and though he’d been prepared, he realized he wasn’t. Stories weren’t enough to prepare him for the real thing.

The figure stopped just a few inches away from his face and bent down, and only then did the man realize this figure was a female. Cold, lethal eyes stared back. The half-covered face was twisted into a blank expression and even that was enough for the front of the prisoner’s pants to dampen.

This was Blackhole. This was the leader of Ravens, the mafia that skyrocketed overnight. The leader who, along with her Four, utterly destroyed one of the oldest mafia bosses and burned his army to smithereens. The leader whose tales brought men to their knees. This was Raven herself.

“A little birdie told me you weren’t cooperating,” her tone was sweet, gentle, but each word struck him with fear after fear. There was a sword in her voice, a warning. The man shivered but did not answer. Fright had stolen his tongue away. The woman clicked her tongue in disapproval and straightened, then lifted her leg and slamming her heel on his leg. He both heard and felt the bone shatter. A toe-curling scream echoed through the otherwise empty cell, but Blackhole only smiled. “Who was it, I wonder, who put you up to this?”

The man whimpered, but gave no answer. She pressed harder. He howled louder. Her sadistic smile widened.

“I’ll give you two options,” she said in her terror-inducing voice. “You give me the answers I need and I’ll grant you mercy. Or you don’t, and I torture it out of you. What do you say?”

She received no answer. Her cold eyes hardened, and a knife slipped in her fingers. The man whimpered, opening his mouth to beg, but before Blackhole could dive her weapon into his flesh, she was interrupted. A small form of mercy appeared as the the door opened and another figure entered.

“Hey, Blackhole,” the masculine voice snorted, voice disorted to hide its owner's identity. “Quit playing with your toy and join us. I’m afraid we’ve got a bigger issue to deal with.”

Blackhole tilted her head to the side, lips pressed into a hard line. Then she fixed her attention back to the writhing prisoner, her eyes flashing cruelly.

“Tell me, Pawn, who would you rather interrogate you? Me, or,” she turned to her follower, “Him?”

The prisoner looked at the man, and though his face was covered with a mask, he gave off a ferocious aura. He looked like someone who would kill with ease. He looked like someone who wanted to get the job done. The prisoner knew who to choose. Blackhole merely grinned wickedly.

“Wrong answer,” she turned her back to him and instead turned to the other two guards outside. “Starve him. Give him no bathroom breaks. My Fourth will handle the rest.”

The man knew whoever he chose, it would have been a terrible option. Blackhole was merciless. If he'd chosen her… he knew she would have tortured him to days end. And as the door slammed shut, the darkness took away his hope.

Blackhole and her Ravens were monsters. The stories weren’t enough. They could never be enough.

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Three Years Ago

The night was dark as Amber stepped through the streets. Her heels clicked on the blacktop, the sound clean amongst the honking and shouting of the nightlife of the city. She shifted her purse higher up onto her shoulder, shifting her gaze as she walked.

She passed underneath a streetlight, the shine momentarily illuminating a glimmer of sparkle on her left hand. If she lost that ring, she would be devastated. Torn to shreds from the inside out. It had been her grandmother’s, and she had been very close to the woman.

Then she was crossing the street, walking past an alleyway. And a hand shot out and grabbed her arm, shoving her back against the wall harshly. She sucked in a breath of pain and surprise, lifting wide, blue eyes to meet those of whoever did this.

And she froze. This had never happened. Never had a man come back to find her. Not with all the guys she’d been with. Most knew it was just for fun, just for a night or maybe a week. But he’d never tried to find her again.

“Get off me,” she demanded, soft voice shaking as she stared up at him.

The man smirked, holding her to the wall with his hands on her arms. “You think you can just leave me like that? I told you we weren’t done. And you have the audacity to leave me?” He shook his head, tutting at her. “Sorry, sweetheart. But we ain’t finished yet.”

He leaned in, his breath fanning her face. She twisted her head away, trying to break free of his hold. His hands only tightened their grip on her, squeezing her hard enough that she was sure there would be a mark later.

“Get. Off. Of. Me,” she demanded again, her voice harder.

No,” he growled before gripping her chin in his hand and tilting her head to face him again. He shoved his mouth on hers, prompting her lips open with his even through her cries of protest.

“The lady said ‘get off,’” a deep voice called from the other side of the alley.

The man pulled off, pink lipstick smeared across his mouth as he narrowed his eyes at the stranger leaning casually against the wall. The first man took in the wild mask of the second and snorted, though he didn’t release his grip on the woman beneath him.

Wolf, Amber thought. If that man is truly a Wolf, I am either being saved or in worse trouble than before.

“Halloween is in four months. Nice mask, though,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

The stranger smirked and pushed himself off the wall. “Thank you. And I’m aware of when it is. You must be new here, if you don’t recognize the mask.”

In an instant, he was across the alley, tossing a punch at the man’s nose. “When a woman says ‘no’, that means ’no’,” he growled as the other man finally let go of Amber to swing at him.

In a matter of minutes, the man’s nose was broken, his left elbow bent the wrong way, and his right femur snapped in half. The Wolf simply stared at him, eyes pinning him to the ground.

“You will not get up until five minutes after we have left. Comprendo?” he muttered, and the man nodded weakly. Turning to Amber, who was shaking with her arms wrapped around her stomach, he held out his hand, which she eyed warily. He chuckled softly and beckoned to her with it. “Come on. I’m taking you somewhere safe. Well have someone check out your head.”

Amber furrowed her eyebrows and touched the top of her head, slowly moving her hand to the back of it. She touched something faintly wet and froze before bringing it forward. In the dim light, she could barely see the red that dotted her fingers.

“Let’s go,” the Wolf murmured, still joking his hand out for her. She took it tentatively, and he pulled her away from the alley and to a black car, which they slipped into before it drove away. He turned to her as she buckled herself in, raising an eyebrow. “Who was that?”

“Old boyfriend. Who are you? And why did you do that for me?” Amber questioned, daring to meet his strikingly dark gaze. She blinked, and he smirked at her again, causing her to scoff and roll her eyes.

“Not anyone you know, fortunately for you. I’d remember those eyes,” he said without actually answering her question. She huffed quietly, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. He chuckled as he looked over at her. “What? I can’t reveal my identity to you. Not yet, at least.”

“Then what am I supposed to call you?” she questioned, tired and annoyed by this strange man.

“Call me The Wolf,” he answered simply, and Amber knew she was in deep this time.

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Elle's POV:

Sometimes, Elle wondered whether she was really cut out for a life like this.

Murder after murder, day after day, crime after crime. The cycle never ended. Another night, another body to drag into an alleyway. Sometimes, a police chase mixed things up. Brought a bit of excitement into the deed. But on most nights…. she cried. Sat in her bed and cried as she remembered the crimson staining her shattered conscience, the light fading from yet another victim's eyes.

She had to admit—the thrill of the chase was intoxicating. She could get drunk on it, and she did. Elle drank up the adrenaline like an absolute addict, every time. It was her consolation prize—a treat in exchange for getting the job done. And the actual murders themselves weren't so bad; she had long since gotten used to the squelching thunk of a bullet hitting home, the awful resistance of muscle against dagger. It was the aftermath that hurt her so badly, almost every time…

The blood, crusted beneath her nails, the blood that she could never quite wash out. The nightmares, the tortured screams that plagued her sleep. The articled in the newspaper, the fresh obituaries in the back. My fault, she thought, every time. All. My. Fault.

But this was her home. The Ravens were her family, she was closer to the four that made Eden McArthur's innermost circle than she was with her own flesh and blood. She trusted them unconditionally, with her life and more. The killing was tolerable, she could handle it. She was Blackhole's Second, she had to handle it.

That was what Elle told herself as she sat in her bed, staring at her red-stained, trembling hands. Be strong. Don't be the coward everyone knows you really are.

It was easier said than done.


Morrigan's POV:

This lifestyle—it had seduced her, lured her in with dark and sultry promises of revenge, spun a web of security around her battle-broken body until she sank into its embrace, clutching the shattered pieces of her heart in trembling hands. This was a girl made of wasted tears and scars that ran soul-deep, a damaged, utterly broken girl who had been born into shadow. And oh, how she used to fight, clawing her way out until the shadows were in ruins at her feet—right along with the remainders of her conscience.

But the light spurned her, too, cast her away, beat her to the cold, hard ground until she was bloodied and bruised. So this girl, this defeated wreck of a human being returned to the dark. And when it welcomed her with broken arms, she made it her own. She emerged victorious with dark fire in her soul and raw power in her hands, standing by the side of the only four she trusted.

And they ruled. The five of them, under the leadership of the young woman who had brought them all together—Eden McArthur, Blackhole, Talons. Morrigan swore her allegiance to her closest friend, bound herself to her cause for the rest of her life. This darkness, this treacherous, bloodstained darkness had rescued her from the deepest pits of Hell. Eden had rescued her.

So, Morrigan Blackwell was a Raven, through and through. Even when a boy with eyes like the ocean used to press his soft mouth to hers and caress her with such care that she thought she might cry—Even after she discovered his allegiance to the Wolves and loved him nonetheless—her place was with her family. And the boy didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered except this thrilling life of crime and freedom.

Right?

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WILLIAM:

William Jones had been a pathetic male for as long as he remembered. He slept with toys when he was younger. He cried when it thundered. He was afraid of the monsters under his bed. Sometimes he couldn't help but sleep with his parents when they had been present.

And then things changed to the worst. He became a monster himself, swallowing the ones he’d been afraid of his whole life. After constantly being shoved into the darkness, after constantly being torn to pieces and sewed back together, he became a demon himself. Rage was in his blood. Hot, molten lava always begging to be released. That was what made him so pathetic.

He sought violence. He didn’t care who it was directed at. As long as he used up every ounce of his anger, William was all right. It was a pathetic lifestyle. It was monstrous. William loved it nonetheless. It didn’t make him any less worthless than he truly was. It didn’t make him feel accepted. It didn’t make him feel humane. It didn’t make his life worth it. But he loved it anyway.

And then out of the darkness came a flash of blinding light, nipping away at his own. A hand reached out to him, followed by three more. Eden McArthur, the woman who looked at him right in the eyes and told him she did not fear him. The woman who told him he deserved it, a chance at happiness; Elle Amberly, the woman with a perky smile. The woman who could chase away your monsters with a single word. The woman who could just look at you and you’d devote the rest your life to protecting her; and Morrigan Blackwell, darkness herself. Their Crow. If Elle was sunshine, Morrigan was moonlight. She was the woman who could fight your monsters with her own. The woman who could tear your darkness to shreds without a single thought. Whose blood flowed with undeniable darkness.

These three amazing women… all three of them reached out a hand. All three of them tore away the darkness lurking inside him pulled him to his feet. This was his family. This was his home. And god forbid if anyone raised a finger against it. William would bring them to his knees. For his Talons. For his Fairy and Feathers.

“So, Will,” Eden’s voice reached his ears. Unlike before, it was truly soft. It was loving. It displayed the emotion she never showed anyone else, but her eyes seemed to wander elsewhere. Her voice was soft, but her expression was hard, as if there was no ounce of humanity left in her. Her arms were around her stomach, as they always were when she walked. William wished he could wrap his arms around her if she'd let him, and tell her she was still human. They did not reduce her to a monster. But she would not want that. Even if they were practically family… Eden was aversive to physical contact. She recoiled away from it. "Did you call everyone else to the meeting room?”

William gave her a raised eyebrow as if to ask, ‘Who do you think I am?’ His leader's lips quirked into a smile, but it did not reach her eyes. He didn't comment.


KADEN:

Kaden didn’t know what was so miserable about his life. Compared to his friends’, his was barely anything.

Disowned and then kicked out, Kaden had to live on his own. For the most part, that is. He had his best friend, Elle, and because of her, he wasn't alone. He had her to guide him, to lend him a hand. Because of her, he managed to confront his own loneliness. And because of her, he met the people who changed his life for the better.

Eden McArthur. Morrigan Blackwell. William Jones. The three people who turned his life upside down, who showed him life could be better. And of course, Elle, the woman who never let go of his hand. Kaden could say it without a doubt that he would do anything for them. Anything for those four people in his lives.

Before he could think over his thoughts, the door to their conference room opened and sounds of heels clacking filled the otherwise empty room. Kaden’s eyes immediately found his leader’s, as it always did whenever they were in the same room. She had her beloved cat, Razor, in her arms, her index finger rubbing under its chin. The cat purred and buried itself further in her chest.

Eden put away her mask and sat at a chair just as low as the rest of them. She was the leader, but with them, she acted like she was at their rank. She was authoritative, but she put her family first. For her, family was always equal.

“Kaden,” his friend smiled at him, a smile only reserved for them. He didn't fail to notice the tire in her expression, but Kaden bit back his tongue. He'd talk to her later. He knew she hadn't slept. This was the third time in a row. "You look well. I’m glad to see that. Sorry, I’m a little out of sorts. I just had to interrogate a Silver.”

William snorted behind her, taking off his own mask. “You were doing so well with that, Talons.”

Eden merely offered him another smile, which immediately faltered. It was strange to see such a young woman so blank and cold, but this was a harsh world. Its demons swallowed you up, and for people like his leader… it was impossible to come out. Kaden knew no matter how much she pretended, she was still wounded. And the more she ignored those injuries, the deeper they became. She didn't want anyone seeing her scars, so she covered them up.

“Where are Mor and Elle?” She asked softly, interrupting his line of thoughts, and looked down when her cat licked her finger.

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Elle’s POV:

The meeting—she had a meeting. A meeting she was late for.

Elle’s frenzied thoughts scrambled to piece themselves back together, drawing up the recollection of the exchange that had gone down only minutes before—William, reminding her to meet the rest of Eden’s Four. But the memory was faded, worn out and threadbare, ravaged by the chaotic whirlwind currently dominating the poor girl’s mind.

You’re pathetic, she told herself harshly, picking herself up off her bed. A crumpled piece of paper fell from her fingers and onto the floor—newspaper, she realized. For a moment, Elle stared at it, remembering the awful words printed at the very back.

The obituaries.

A new one had joined them—a suicide. A teenage girl with the same last name as the man Elle had recently kill.

Her father.

Elle felt sick, nausea seeping through her gut. All your fault. She was innocent; her death is all your fault. You monster. Swallowing thickly, she took a few stumbling steps back from the awful thing, fumbling for the handle of her door.

And before she knew what she was doing, she was tearing down the hall towards the meeting room, her heart pounding with the absolute need to get away from the cause of her shame. “Sorry—Sorry I’m late—“ Elle stammered as she stumbled inside, not daring to meet her friends’ eyes as she sat down.

“Where’s Mor?”

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EDEN’S

They all looked up to her, Eden knew it. She knew the lengths they would go to make sure she was satisfied, that she was protected. Ever since the incident from nearly a year ago, they'd been far too protective. Far too careful.

They called her their savior, but Eden knew she wasn’t the one who’d saved them. They did it themselves. They picked themselves up, sewed each other back together. They were their own saviors. If anything, they saved her. The girl who had been huddled in the dark far too long, alone, now shared the horrors with them.

Being in a dark place for so long, Eden had given up countless times. Just sitting by, waiting for death to take her, no motivation or strength to live. And then these people came to her life and fixed her back together. Mor, who became her moonlight. Elle, who became her sunlight. Kaden, who became her emotional support. And William, who became her strength. Just being with them, Eden felt at peace. Nothing could hurt her. Nothing could break her. And if she lost them all, she knew she wouldn’t survive. A world without them was a world that needed to perish. An unwanted world. And God knows how many times she stayed by the door, waiting for one of them to come home from a mission. Waiting for them to come back to her. And each time she took on a mission, even when the pull of death was too strong, she made sure to come back to them, too.

The door opened and Elle came in, her face pale and eyes avoiding theirs. If there was anyone Eden could keep safe, it was Elle. If there was anyone Eden could stop from killing, it was her. But Elle was her Second, the calm that stabilized the bloodshed of her leader and their Third. Elle, who wanted to prove herself worthy of the title. Elle, who didn’t need to do anything but be a spy. Eden couldn’t bring herself to tell her it was unnecessary. She feared she would damage the girl.

“Elle,” the smile on her face was something she couldn’t hide. Eden pulled herself off of her rock and walked over to her sunlight and wrapped her in her arms, forcing back the desire to keep some space. Touches were hard for the twenty-one-year-old, hence why she made sure her clothes covered her body. Only her left hand remained uncovered, displaying the dark tattoo of her mafia. But at times like these, her own perferences did not matter. "Good evening. Have I told you how proud I am of you today? Did you rest well?”

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Sterling

You’d think that the leader of the now oldest mafia family would enjoy his work, right? Well, he did and didn’t. He enjoyed making those who’ve wronged him or any of his family suffer, but those who don’t hurt from the aftermath? He hated it, hated seeing young wives crying over the loss of their new husbands, hated seeing kids crying and asking why their daddy didn’t come home. He’d been in that position once, too. He knew their pain. But he did it anyway. Because he had to.

And now he had a meeting to hold. A meeting about the deaths of how many of his family? Four, now. It was four. Wait… Five, actually. Amber had just informed him of another one earlier that day. And it continued to seem as if it was Ravens who were killing his people. Needless to say, he was ticked. Fuming at the Ravens for what they were doing.

Amber stepped into the large, round room and immediately made her way over to Sterling, where she placed herself in his lap. He sighed and wrapped an arm around her, his fingers lightly tracing the spot of bare skin between her shirt and pants. She shivered, tapping his hand.

“Stop that. No one is even in here yet,” she murmured. “You don’t have to play cruel leader for a few more minutes.”

Sterling chuckled and tightened his arm around her. “No, but I should start before everyone gets here. That way I’m not scrabbling to look like I enjoy this. And neither are you.”

Amber rolled her eyes, giving in and leaning back into him. She took her hand off of his, moving it to trace circles on his thigh. “All right, all right… You win. Oh, and look. There’s Ashley now. Hey, Ash.”

The pretty blonde stepped into the room and gave the pair a wary smile. “Good afternoon, Alpha. Amber,” she greeted them both with a nod. “Where is everyone else?”

“They’re coming,” Sterling said, his eyes on the door. “I can see most of them making their way here right now.”

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Elle’s POV:

“Eden…” A sigh of contentment parted her lips as she sank into the embrace, drinking up the loving support like a starving animal. Thank you…

Here she was again, picking Elle out of the darkest depths of her mind, speaking to her in such a soft, caring voice… Elle knew she would never be able to thank this amazing woman enough.

“Hey, E,” she greeted quietly, pulling away after a moment and inclining her head towards the boys. “Will, Kaden. Sorry I’m late, I…..”

Don’t you dare show them how weak you are.

“Didn’t sleep well last night, I fell asleep a few minutes ago while reading the newspaper. How is everyone?”


Morrigan’s POV:

Get up.

Morrigan didn’t know how long she’d been on the ground, sitting slumped against the wall while her fingers twitched in the direction of her knife, but it had to stop. She had a meeting to get to—there was no time for any of this.

Get. Up.

But her body refused to cooperate, too dragged down by invisible chains. She was a prisoner in her own vessel.. Again. Her breath trembled in the air as she squeezed her eyes shut, reaching weakly for her bed in an attempt to pull herself up. But her arms went limp the moment her fingers clenched around the fabric of her duvet. I could just…. stay here….. right…? She was so tired….

Now. Get. Up. Now.

This time, the voice that spoke in her head was not her own.

Aaron Blackwell.

Morrigan’s eyes snapped open. Her limbs reacted to pure instinct, to reflexive terror, and before she knew it, she was on her feet.

Aaron Blackwell.

That name—That name was synonymous with utter terror, with panic and dread. She hated the sound of that name more than she hated the name ‘Barry Lawrence’. Both were poison…. but her father’s was far worse.

Pull yourself together. Idiot. Coward. Weakling.

Morrigan staggered in the direction of the door, shoving her trembling hands in her pocket. But just before she crossed the threshold and into the hallway…. she remembered the knife. Her eyes were drawn away from the doorway, skipping back across her walls until they landed on the tiny, gleaming pocket knife on her bedside table.

No.

But the knife sang to her, beckoning, coaxing her closer with that tantalizing blade… And her skin begged to feel it. She had grown so used to pain, day after day, that her body now craved it. You deserve it. Morrigan ached to see her skin splitting, letting through swelling ruby droplets that smeared across her fingers. It was much better to inflict pain on yourself than have someone else do it for you…

But for now, she had somewhere to be. Morrigan clenched her hands into fists and wrestled back the temptation, leaving the room abruptly and slamming the door behind her. As she travelled down the hallway, shoulders tense and pulled taught, she did her best to force a mask of nonchalance onto her face. Finally, she arrived in the meeting room..

“Miss me? Sorry I’m late.”


Barry’s POV:

Barry Lawrence despised his boss almost as much as he loved the cause he had given him.

The Wolves, the violent, bloodthirsty Wolves, were his pack. His family. The only people left who would watch his back, look after him. Never in a million years would he desert them, but after everything he owed them. He would serve the Alpha, Sterling Ainsley, without question…. even after the horrible order the man had given him so many months ago.

Barry was afraid of him—of course he was. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be? He ruled with an iron fist, merciless, devoid of humanity. Murder was all a game to him… So, as Barry walked down the hallway towards the meeting room, he ran over a list of proper stance. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself..

When he arrived in front of the meeting room, he took a moment to flatten his hair, straightening his back before he heaved a weary sigh and walked inside.

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EDEN:

Eden smiled at her friend, though there was a hint of worry and concern in her eyes. She ran her fingers through Elle's smooth hair, wanting to hold her a little while longer but knowing the younger woman wouldn't appreciate it. Eden knew, of all people, what it felt like being treated like a child. She didn't, however, hesitate in expressing her intense love and appreciation. It was the least she could do after everything they sacrificed for her. After all the blood they shed just so she could get her revenge. Just so she could give her tormentor a taste of his own medicine. She could never forgive herself for pulling them into a life like this. It wasn't for them.

Yet you still cling to them. You still haven't learned your lesson.

Eden sucked in a deep breath. I've learned what I need to know.

A humorless chuckle rang in her ears. Have you really?

"You're fine, Fairy," William spoke up, effectively cutting the torturous voice in her head off. He offered a nod of understanding, and Eden was pleased to realize no one had noticed her detachment from reality.

Fairy. It was a cute nickname William given to Elle when he found her dancing one day. He told Eden she looked like a fairy. The rough man didn't have many people he cared about, but his love for his Ravens was endless. Eden adored it. It was one of the reasons why she felt so safe with him despite her terror for male touch. Or just a physical touch in general.

You say that, yet you cringe away from his closeness. Tell me, Eden, when was the last time you let a male touch you?

The leader of Ravens dug her nails in her thighs. You know when.

Then the door opened and Morrigan Blackwell strolled in, a look on nonchalance on her features. A look Eden wanted to decipher so much but failed every time. If she could, she would shoulder all of their burdens. She would make it so they never had to suffer again. It was a childish dream, but Eden didn't care. She wanted them safe. She wanted them happy. She didn't care if she destroyed herself in the process. It wasn't like there was anything else left to shatter, anyway.

"Miss me?" Morrigan swaggered in, her movements calm and steady. "Sorry, I'm late."

Eden offered her a mock look of offense, her eyes betraying nothing. The voice in her head meant nothing. He meant nothing.

"You're late," she clipped in an attempt to lighten the mood, and to drive away the voice. "Detention for you, Mor. I suppose you're stuck with me tonight."


GRAY:

If there was one person Gray wanted to avoid, it was Sterling Ainsley, his Alpha. The man with a wicked grin, cruel eyes, and inhumane ways. The man who could look at someone and cause their knees to weaken. The man whose anger had intensified after the rise of Blackhole and her Ravens. His Alpha was the man in the closet most parents scare their children with.

But Gray was still loyal. He was utterly faithful to his boss, to the man who picked him up and offered him a chance to protect his sister and foster mother. Even though Gray's hands were forever painted in red working for him, he would never leave this family. He was a Wolf, through and through, and there was nothing else he'd ever be.

Gray stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath and entered, face void of emotions, unwilling to disappoint. He had been failing in giving the Alpha what he wanted, but he hoped he wasn't called in for a punishment. Their enemy was hard to track.

"Alpha," he bowed his head lightly, a show of respect. "I hope I'm not late."

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Morrigan's POV:

"Oh, no," Morrigan replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice. In a way, the sarcasm, the snappy comebacks—there were her last line of defence, masking how small she felt. But they were also her cry for help, however weak it make her feel. Her friends knew her, and knew her well. If she was overly sarcastic, they'd instantly know something was wrong.

"I'd absolutely hate to be stuck with one of my best friends tonight. What a tragedy." A loud snort sounded from Elle's direction, drawing Morrigan's attention to her. "You look unwell…. are you alright?" she asked suddenly, her brows drawing together in concern. Elle flinched slightly, rubbing at her pale cheeks. "Yeah. Just tired."

'Just tired' was code of 'definitely not okay, please hug me.' So that's what the seemingly tough girl did, prying her friend from Eden's arms for a brief hug before turning to sit down in her usual spot at the table. Affection was not an area she was particularly skilled in, the others knew that. Even a small hug was something enormous, coming from her.


Barry's POV:

Barry ducked his head as he entered the room, pushing his hands into his pockets. "Sir," he acknowledged quietly, lowering his shoulders and eyes as a sign of submission towards the Alpha. Any sign of defiance here would lead to a brutal beating—especially coming from him. After the incident with Morrigan, Sterling Ainsley harboured nothing but hate for him. So he had to be careful, cautious. As much as he hated his leader, his job was something he could not afford to lose.

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Sterling

Sterling nodded in n acknowledgment of the two men who stepped into the room. This was a small meeting, consisting only of his best members. These four people, two men and two women, were the best at their job.

Amber shifted in his lap, seemingly finding a more comfortable position. His fingertips brushed her skin again, and she stopped moving and relaxed against him. How they had gotten here, he didn’t quite remember, but now it just wasn’t the same if he didn’t have to woman on his lap for a meeting.

It was an intimidation tactic. Both for his benefit and hers. If people saw how he was with her, they wouldn’t touch her for fear that he would hurt them. And he would. She had been through so much, and she didn’t deserve what some of the men in the mafia family would do to her for her beauty. He didn’t condone it, but they did it in secret, which he knew. Not all of them, but enough.

“Barry. Grayson. Take a seat, would you? You’re not yet late. The girls were just early,” he said, his eyes traveling around the room.

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EDEN:

Eden snorted in amusement at her friend's comment, but her eyes softened considerably when she pulled Elle in a brief hug. Mor was like her. She couldn't stand physical contact either, so when Mor did little things like these… it made Eden considerably happy.

"I'd love the company tonight," Eden responded to her, offering both her and Elle a smile. Her eyes seemed to say, 'I'm always here for you. I'll always protect you,' but Eden didn't voice that aloud.

How can you protect them, when you can't even protect yourself?

I would protect myself if I cared to do so.

If the voice had a face, Eden was sure it would be smiling.

Instead, she turned and sat down at her seat, crossing one leg over the other. She fingered the tattoo on her right ring finger, Talons. The nickname William had given her. He called her Paradise as well, but Eden was anything but that. If anything, she was ruins. She was monstrous. She was a living shell of what she had once been after having her dignity stripped off of her. But Eden supposed that nickname gave her strength as well. It showed her just how loved she was. Eden appreciated it dearly. She appreciated all of them dearly. For them, she would be strong. She needed to keep her weaknesses a secret. What good of a leader would she be if she let her important people see just how broken she was? What would her Ravens do when they find out their leader is just a child still recovering from abuse and torture?

Poor, fearful child. You're afraid they would leave you once they learn of your weaknesses.

That's not it.

Is it not? Is that not what this is all about? A chilling chuckle rang in her ears. You foolish child. Why do you try so hard when you know you're only going to taste defeat?

"Did everyone eat?" Kaden was the first to speak after everyone had been seated. The mother hen, they all called him. "I seriously hope not, because I just finished baking chicken and cake and all the good stuff."

Look at him. He knows you can't stomach it, yet he mentions food in front of you.

Eden merely offered him an amused look, ignoring the voice. She couldn't stomach food, as it said, so she avoided answering him.

When was the last time you even ate, love?

She ignored it again. She turned to William instead and tilted her head to the side. Her cat, who had fallen asleep at one point, nuzzled her hand. She rubbed her finger over his nose, hoping he'd fall asleep once more, though the action was now mere instinct.

"Go on, then," she said as she continued to pet Razor. "Why did you call this meeting?"

Her otherwise strong friend sighed, slumped his shoulders and ran a hand through his hair. "We lost another one," he answered quietly, but his voice was rough. He was on edge. "The sixth. It seems it's a Wolf murder again."

Eden saw only red for a few seconds.


GRAY:

Gray kept his eyes on the ground, never daring to look up at the Alpha nor the woman sitting on his lap. He made his way to his seat, hands crossed over the desk. What the meeting was about, Gray didn't have any many doubts. It must have been a Raven again. Another baseless murder without provocation.

That was why Sterling had kept Gray around, the male figured. He was good with his eyes and ears. He could see things that others couldn't, he could snatch information with ease. Having someone like that on his team… Gray knew it was beneficial. The only thing he could never seem to find out was the identity of their enemy's leader. It was a miracle he hadn't been punished for his failure.

Gray kept silent, waiting for his Alpha to speak. Everyone knew addressing the Alpha without permission was punishable. Gray knew to keep his tongue on a leash and only speak when addressed, or when necessary.

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ELLE:

"What?"

Elle slammed both her fists down on the table. "Who was it this time??" she demanded, guilt and regret evaporating like mist in the sun. Fury flooded her bloodstream, hot and burning as her anger swelled into a monster. "William. Who was it?"

She couldn't stand this. Another life lost to the Wolves—but to what end? The last few murders had been pointless, slaughter with no gain. Killing for pleasure. Her hate simmered in her gut like a flame that refused to go out. "And do we know who the murderer was?"


ANDREAS:

I'm late.

Fear overtook every inch of Andreas's mind as he hurried down the dimly lit hall, running like the wind towards the meeting room he had been summoned to. What would the consequences of his tardiness be? His heart pounded at the very thought of another lashing, maybe even worse this time.

Weakness is your worst enemy, he told himself harshly, pull yourself together before the Alpha sees you, or you're really done for.

Unfortunately for him, he was a terrible liar.

He slowed to a brisk pace as soon as the door was in sigh, forcing an empty expression over his face before entering. "I apologize for my lateness," Andreas said immediately upon entrance, bowing his head. His voice wobbled slightly.

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WILLIAM:

William met Elle's eyes, his own burning with cold fury. He understood her hatred. He understood all of it. After all, he himself was shaking in his seat, squeezing his fists until his knuckles turned white.

"Eric Jackson," William's voice was laced with poison as he spoke, his teeth gritting harshly. "Sixteen years old. New recruit. The Patrol found his body a while ago."

"Do we know the identity of the murderer?" William shifted his gaze to Kaden, whose face was pale. There was anger present on his features but unlike all of them, Kaden had never taken up a blade and killed. Eden made sure that he never needed to. They all did. Kaden was their doctor. He saved lives; he didn't destroy them.

"No, we don't," he spat out his answer, inhaling sharply, trying to remember the trick to keeping his anger chained. "We know it's a Wolf. We don't know which one."

"Where's the body?" came his leader's quiet, lethal voice. Her eyes were cold, fists clenched. She always blamed herself for not being able to protect her own people. William wanted to hold her in his arms if she'd let him, and tell her it wasn't her fault. She could not protect everyone.

This time, she was Blackhole. Cold, raging fury waiting to be unleashed. When the killer was caught, William knew she would rip him apart with her bare hands. She may be a wounded woman, but she was a monster when provoked. Eden and Blackhole were two different personalities, but they were somewhat the same. Mess with their family and they wouldn't waste a single second trying to bring you down. That's what made her dangerous.

"It's being washed," came William's reply. He looked right at his leader. I"m with you.

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MORRIGAN:

Morrigan's eyes burned.

"I recruited Eric Jackson," she spat, clenching her trembling hands into fists. "I found him alone at the murder scene of his parents. A Wolf killed them. He only joined us a month ago. He was sixteen." Seldom had Morrigan's friends seen her this furious. "Killing one of our own is one thing. Awful and terrible, but we do the same to them. There was no gain in his murder, he was just a kid. Sixteen years old, and they murdered him. Unprovoked slaughter."

She rose to her feet, slamming her fist down on the table. "When was the last time we even thought of doing something like that?"

Elle placed a hand on her bicep, rising beside her. The blonde's proximity calmed Morrigan, coaxed the flames of her fury lower and lower until she had significantly calmed.

"William. Was Eric unarmed?"