Diana remembered the first time she heard Artemis’s voice. She had been young. Confused. Terrified that someone would discover she had a wolf unlike any other.
“Artemis insisted that we hide,” Diana said.
Ravenna nodded.
“Because she knew. Perhaps not the complete history. But Silver Wolves carry instinctive memories. Fragments passed through blood and soul. Artemis understood that revealing herself too early would place you in danger.”
Diana’s hand rested over her chest.
“She always told me our true mate would find us.”
“And she was right.”
Talon kissed the side of Diana’s head. Ravenna smiled faintly at them.
“For years, the witches searched for you. But every vision failed. Sometimes they saw silver fur. Sometimes forest green eyes. Sometimes a warrior covered in blood. But no n
