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 twitched. Her eyes narrowed. She lowered her body into a defensive crouch, snarling at me with a sound that rattled through my bones.
“Don’t,” I warned as I raised my hands, heart pounding
