Gray and Riven locked eyes for half a second, the same dread flashing between them, then tore out of the pack house without another word, as they raced toward the dungeon like the place itself might swallow her whole before they got there.
Ravyn pushed himself up off the floor of Bryan's room, face completely blank and empty of anything that looked human, and walked straight for the wine cabinet in the main hall.
He needed something strong enough to shut his mind up for even a little while, something that would burn the memories out of him if he poured enough of it down.
He grabbed a bottle of hard liquor, cracked the seal with one hard twist, and poured the whole thing down his throat like it was nothing more than water.
The burn tore through him hot and vicious, but he barely flinched, eyes already searching for the next bottle. He reached for another and emptied that one too, throat working hard as the liquor hit. Then another, and another.
