Chapter 1

She smelled like clean rain on a crisp Autumn day. Like freshly baked bread and sweet summer jam. The Raven smelled good. Too good.

He frowned as he looked at the small creature. Impossibly dark, glossy feathers trembled as the animal loosed a pitiful cry. She was in pain, and the knowledge caused something dark to grow inside of his mind. Something or someone had hurt her, and Thor’s Demon Wolf snarled in fury.

The bird was covered in scratches and blood. His growl escaped his lips. He noted the odd way the Raven’s wing was bent and was careful not to jostle her unnecessarily. How had she flown with that?

Fuck. Worry replaced his anger at whoever had done this to the creature. He could not imagine the pain she was in.

Poor, brave, determined thing.

“Shhh. It’s okay. I got you,” he whispered, needing to console the sweet-smelling bird.