Lynn's POV
Nancy led us to a sitting room where afternoon light streamed through tall windows.
"I suppose you have questions," she said.
"Who are you?" I asked gently. "How did you know my mother?"
Nancy's expression softened. "I'm a witch, child. I served Elena Ravencrest as her advisor, her confidant, and—I'd like to think—her friend."
I nearly dropped my teacup. "Witches are real?"
A small smile crossed Nancy's weathered face. "As real as werewolves. Though much rarer. Most packs don't have witches. They don't need them."
She leaned forward. "But Ravencrest was different. Your family line has always been exceptional—gifted with abilities that set you apart. Prophecy. Truth-sensing. Reality manipulation. Powers that require guidance. Understanding. So for centuries, Ravencrest Al
