POV: The Raven (The Mother's Spy)
I dodged the arrow that whistled past my wing feathers. Too close! The dog guard below had good aim, but not good enough. I circled higher, my black wings catching the afternoon sunshine.
Being a raven had its perks. No one ever accuses a bird of spying. I've watched these wolves for months now, sitting on windowsills, perching on tree branches, listening to every secret, every plan. And my true boss, The Mother, was pleased with what I'd learned.
Today was important. I needed to see the girl with my own eyes. The one they called Amara.
I swooped down to land on the roof of the small cabin where they were hidden. Tiny holes in the wooden planks let me peek inside and hear everything. Perfect.
The girl stood in the middle of the room, her hands sparkling with golden light. Even from here, I could feel her power. It made my feathers stand on end.
"She's stronger than we thought," I mumbled to myself, memorizing every detail to report back.
