Chapter 77. Ravengrim

Alpha Kayden POV

The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity.

I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began