Dominic moved first, stepping between me and the woman before I could even process that she was real. "Who are you?"
"That's not important right now." She didn't look at him. Her eyes stayed on me, steady, unbothered by the cold or the height or the fact that we were standing on a rooftop with nowhere left to run. "What's important is that I'm not here to hurt you, Elena."
"Forgive me if I don't take your word for it." My voice shook, but I kept it steady enough to hold. "You followed us. You knew exactly which building, exactly which floor."
"I did," she said simply, no shame in it at all. "I've been keeping track of you since last night. Since the ceremony, actually."
Something cold slid down my spine. "You were there? At the pack hall?"
"No." A faint smile crossed her face, gone al
