56. Big Bad Wolf

Sven~

I flipped through the footage, searching for a clue—anything at all—but every feed came back empty.

Could be witches from Westend, Vuk noted.

Most of them—the ones who knew about the grievances—were already dead.

Then, just as I was about to switch to another file, something flickered across the corner of the screen. A tail.

I froze the frame and leaned forward. “Reeves,” I said, motioning to the monitor, “zoom in on that image.”

Reeves leaned closer to the screen, fingers flying over the keyboard until the blurry shape sharpened.

A thick, dark tail—too big to be a regular wolf’s—slid halfway out from behind the tree trunk.

“That’s not one of ours,” Reeves muttered, his tone grim. “Color’s off. And the size…”

I narrowed my eyes, leaning forward. “Run the timestamp.”

He tapped a few keys. “This was… forty minutes before Venus found the bodies.”

‘Look at the shadow pattern,’ Vuk growled inside my head. ‘That wolf was waiting.’

A cold weight settled in my gut.

“Enhance