My expression didn't change.

My wolf snarled loud enough that I had to breathe through it. The thought that Raven could be involved in this set something loose in my chest—something cold and sharp that wanted to break things. I'd spent months maintaining that alliance. Playing the part of the perfect golden boy with the perfect golden girlfriend.

And all along, she'd been circling Val.

Watching her.

Waiting for the moment to strike.

"Raven," I said again, forcing my voice level. "You're ...