*Lazlo*

Through the mind-link, the news of glory spreads like wildfire among the women of the packs. Wives and mothers bring warrior’s victory garments to Clio Hollow.

When the soldiers shift from their wolf forms back into their human shapes, the clearing fills with the rustle of cloth and whispered prayers of thanks to the Moon Goddess.

I used to believe witches were the enemy, every one of them. I thought the coven was a poison, corrupting everything it touched. It shattered lives and twisted souls. I saw it only as a weapon wielded by those who’d bring ruin. That was the truth I lived by, the only truth I...