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her even more because of it, despite being enraged.
    A knock on his door came like a thunderclap and he struggled to raise his head.
    “Yo, Raven? What’s going on? Why didn’t you…oh shit!” It was Dyami, the band’s drummer. “Raven! What the fuck, man? Are you okay?”
    “Dy.” Raven pushed himself up, only able to get into a sitting position, his shoulders slumped, his body so weary.
    “Wow, Rav! What the hell happened to you last night?”
    “A girl.” Raven shook his head as he feebly tried to remember her name, her face, anything about her.
    “You left with a girl, yeah, we saw that. Tall, curvy, dark hair. Hot!”
    “She did something to me.” Raven croaked.
    “Yeah, I bet she did.” Dy strolled around the bedroom and chuckled. “Looks like you two had quite the fuck party last night. How come you didn’t spend the day with us upstairs?”
    The wolves always gathered for the day. When they were at the mansion, they’d hunt and roughhouse, chase and play in the forest behind the house. When on tour, Mayhem liked to have them close together, all bunking in his penthouse until the sun set. It was customary for the boys to ditch their current conquest and return to the pack before daybreak. Obviously, Raven hadn’t made it.
    “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” Raven sighed.
    Dy turned to look down at him, finally taking notice of Raven’s worn state. “Hey, man, what happened to you? You look like shit!”
    “She was a witch or something, Dy. She cast some kind of spell on me.”
    “You’re joking!”
    “No, man, I’m not fucking joking. She blew some kind of ash all over me and said that I was marked or something. It burned into my skin.” He raised his hands to his face, remembering the pain as the ash coated him but knowing—with the way magic worked—there’d be no telltale signs of it marring his flesh.
    “Oh shit! Dude, that is so not good.”
    Raven nodded as he lowered his hands to his lap. “My wolf tried to fight it, keep the worst of it away I think, but it still latched on. I feel”—he shrugged—“very strange. Like I need to find her, like I can’t live without seeing her again.”
    Dy reached down and helped Raven to his feet. “Let’s get you to Mayhem. He’ll know what to do.”
    Raven nodded. Yeah, Mayhem always knew what to do.
     
     
    “So you’re telling me that you don’t remember what this girl looks like, or what her name is, but you spent the entire night having sex with her?” Mayhem stood with his arms crossed over his chest, worry etched on his face.
    Raven sat slumped in a chair and shrugged. “I think it’s part of the spell she cast. I can’t remember anything about her.”
    “I don’t know a fucking thing about spells.” Mayhem growled as he swooped in close and inhaled. “But I can sure as hell smell her on you. You reek of that woman.”
    “Which means we can find her,” Jaylon, lead guitarist, said.
    Mayhem nodded as he pulled back. “Yes, but we should get started now. Her trail grows fainter by the minute.”
    “And what do we do when we find her?” Raven asked, his heart suddenly thudding with anxiety. As much as he wanted answers, he didn’t want this woman to come to any harm. In fact, he wanted to find her—yes—as much as the rest of the pack did, but then he wanted to smother her with kisses, make love to her all night long again and never let her out of his sight. What the fuck?
    “What do we do? We force her to reverse the spell.” Mayhem said.
    “And if she won’t?” Raven glanced up at Mayhem, his eyes still sore from the ash.
    “She will.” Mayhem sneered. “If she knows what’s good for her.”
    “But if she won’t?” Raven insisted.
    “If the rumors are true, then the only way to break a spell is to kill the witch. If she won’t reverse it then…” Mayhem shrugged.
    “No!” Raven jumped to his feet and his legs wobbled. He braced himself against the back of the chair and faced off