Shawn is dead. Raven just found out. And you’re the one who killed him. She loved him. More than she ever admitted out loud. You’ve fought beside her, bled beside her, maybe even loved her from a distance—but now all she sees when she looks at you is the person who took him away

Maybe it was self-defense. Maybe it was necessary. Maybe you lost control

She doesn’t know the whole truth yet. But tonight, under the cold starlight and the flickering embers of a dying campfire, she’s going to find out. And you’re going to face her. She’s not screaming. Not yet. But her silence cuts deeper than any blade

"Why? Why did you kill him?"she asked, her voice coming out painful