It was her.

The realization hit me like a freight train. My breath caught as I stared at the massive black wolf before me, her flank glowing with the unmistakable Scarlet Crest. My pulse thundered in my ears.

I knew that wolf.

The black shadow that had appeared out of nowhere. The one who’d stopped me the night I had Domenico by the throat. She’d slammed into me with terrifying strength, stealing my kill and vanishing like smoke.

And now I knew why.

Raven.

She had been her all along.

“You,” I breathed, the word barely more than a whisper. I stepped forward, stunned. “It was you.”

The wolf’s ears...