“Thank you, Diana.”
Ravenna’s voice was soft, almost fragile. For a long moment, she simply looked at the Silver Wolf standing before her, as though she could not quite believe what she had heard.
Hope was not something Ravenna had allowed herself to feel for a very long time. Hope had become dangerous. Every time she had reached for it, the curse had taken something from her. Her peace. Her future. Her faith that love would be enough to save Thorne.
Yet Diana’s words had opened the smallest crack in the hopelessness that had surrounded Ravenna for months.
Perhaps there was another way. Perhaps this generation did not have to end as all the others had.
Ravenna wiped the tears from her cheeks, though more quickly replaced them.
“For thousands of years,” she began, “wolves and witches
