Diana looked toward Talon. The truth settled heavily between them. Even if they defeated Thorne, it would not truly end.
The darkness would return. Perhaps not in their lifetime. Perhaps not in the lifetime of their children.
But eventually, another Silver Wolf would be born. And another witch would become Gideon’s vessel.
Diana placed one hand over her chest.
“How do we break it?”
Her voice was quiet but firm. Ravenna’s expression became almost hopeless.
“We do not know.”
Diana frowned.
“After thousands of years, no one has discovered how?
My ancestors tried.”
Ravenna leaned back in her chair.
“Every time a Silver Wolf appeared, a White Witch from Agatha’s bloodline also emerged.”
“A guide. A protector. Someone destined to help the Silver Wolf understand her abilities and fig
