It was Alpha Stefano who had attacked Dante and the others. Three years ago, Dante had slipped away, but Stefano must have recognized him this time-and finished what he'd started.

My hand shot to my mouth as a wave of realization hit me. Had Stefano really killed Dante because of me? No... there had to be other reasons. Maybe Dante's cowardice had finally caught up with him. That had to be it-right?

As the pieces fell into place, the black wolf I had seen before reappeared in my mind's eye. It was Stefano all along. But with that realization came another haunting image-the burned village. My chest tightened as if...