“What history? What curse?” Diana asked.
Her voice was calm, but Ravenna could hear the unease beneath it.
Diana sat straighter in her chair despite the exhaustion still weighing on her body. Talon remained close beside her, one hand resting protectively on her shoulder while his attention stayed fixed on the white witch. Enzo stood a short distance away, silent but alert.
The entire room seemed to hold its breath as they waited for Ravenna’s answer. Ravenna looked toward the window. For several moments, she said nothing. Her pale eyes appeared distant, as though she was no longer seeing the Black Howler training grounds or the forests surrounding the Royal Pack. Instead, she seemed to be staring into another time. A time long forgotten by wolves. A time remembered only by witches.
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