07: THE CAT AND THE MOUSE

RAVEN

"You're a witch?" He breathed, and my frown deepened.

"W-what? What are you talking about?" I stuttered, startled by his strange statement.

"This mark is a symbol that represents the Black Rose Witch Clan," he said with a distasteful expression on his face.

"So, you're saying that I'm a witch?" I snorted in amusement.

"How else do you explain this?" He demanded, his eyes darkening.

"How laughable. I don't even have a mature wolf. Magic? If I had magic in my blood, I wouldn't be here right now," I deadpanned.

"Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed.

"What do you think?"

He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm.

"Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go?

King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. Th