Wolf Song
Ravenwood Academy
Year Three
Lena Mae Hill
Ravenwood Academy Year 3: Wolf Song
Copyright © 2020 Lena Mae Hill
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ISBN-13: 978-1-945780-94-3
Table of Contents
Blurb
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Blurb
Nothing in life is free—even life itself.
After a split-second decision that gave her a second chance at life, Timberlyn struggles to control her new instincts as her life spins out of control. Her newly awakened hunger takes over, and she has to decide if she made the right choice after all. She may have saved her life, but every day is a struggle not to lose herself. Cut off from her family and the wolves, she takes solace in her friendship with Svana and Viktor, despite their hatred for the Wolf boys. But will Alarick despise her when he finds out the truth?
When she returns for her third year at Ravenwood Academy, everything is different. Her friends. Her status. Her link with the wolves. Now bound to Jonathan Ravenwood, she must fight harder than ever to carve out her own path and fight for what’s right.
Prologue
“Timberlyn,” Viktor’s voice crooned above me.
I summoned all my strength and dragged up the hundred-pound weights that had been attached to my eyelashes. The effort would have left me out of breath, but breathing hard took more than I had in me.
Viktor’s thumb skimmed across my lower lip, then tugged down, gently parting my lips.
I wanted to speak, but producing a single word was too exhausting. I let my lids fall closed again. Once, I would have fought, but I no longer had the strength. I was sinking into the earth, my body so heavy I was sure it would simply collapse under its own weight.
“Do it,” a soft, familiar voice urged. “Before it’s too late.”
I heard him move. My eyelids fluttered open again as he lifted his wrist to his mouth. One needle sharp tooth sliced through his vein before he pulled back and held it over my mouth. I watched, immobile, as a bead of dark liquid gathered. Viktor tilted his wrist, and a thin stream of deep crimson fell between my parted lips before I closed my eyes and sank into darkness.
Chapter One
I was hungry.
That was the first thing that came when I woke. It wasn’t a normal hunger, one that would have let me sleep until morning. This was a nagging need, aching in roots of my teeth instead of my belly. I tried to sleep, but it wouldn’t relent. At last, I sat up and looked around at a vaguely familiar, dimly lit room filled with hospital beds just like the one I lay on. I remembered finding this room with Amy. I knew what it was for.
My head swam with dizziness and nausea, and I jumped up from the narrow hospital bed and ran to an open bathroom door. Fifteen minutes later, I’d emptied my stomach and my bowels at least half a dozen times, and I was so wrung out I thought I must’ve puked up my very insides. I stumbled back to the bed and fell facedown on it, ignoring the fact that I was in a room full of people strapped to beds and hooked up to machines. All of them but me.
I managed to sleep, but I didn’t know for how long. It seemed only minutes before I sat up with a start, gasping in pain as a pang darted into my canines like a dentist had touched a nerve with a metal pick—and without Novocain.
“You’re up early,” Svana said, smiling shyly at me.
“I am?” I blurted without thinking.
A second later, Viktor was on the other side of the bed, looking as impossibly beautiful as always—and a little guilty.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Well, you were dying,” Svana said. “Mr. Ravenwood got hold of you, and they basically drained you.”
“Right,” I said, wincing at a dart of pain in my temple. “Did I die?” I pressed the heel of my hand to my head and closed my eyes, remembering the school’s namesake saying my blood might give them magical powers or some bullshit.
“We weren’t sure if it was too late,” Viktor said, taking my free hand. “Usually, you have to have some of our blood first, before that happens.”
“Before what, exactly?” I asked.
“Before you—well, your heart stops.”
I swayed on the bed. Was I… Dead?
“Typically, when we evolve someone, there are certain steps we have to follow,” Svana said. “A human gets some of our blood, and it sits inside them, and nothing really happens, but it’s stored there.”
“Like a virus?”
She grimaced. “Later on, if you died, you’d need to have your own blood drained out for it to really work properly. Our advanced blood
