"I recognized your name. Swanir called you 'Raven,' and with your wolf-like powers... I started to remember. In Jose's cloudy past, she adored a dark beast. A Fenrir. His name was Ravenswood. So... I did the math."
Her voice cracked, although she smiled.
"But I was happy. Jose was happy. We thought we'd finally be put out of our misery—by her god."
But even as you fought us... every strike you made—it never felt like incoming death. Each attack felt warm. Every time you hit us, we could feel your exceeding compassion. And in the end, instead of destroying us, you saved us. You brought Jose back to her senses. You even evolved us, and gave us a place in your family."
Her grip on me tightened, her voice barely a whisper now.
