Chapter 121. Welcome, Mother of Werewolves

Everyone felt it, not something to fear, but something holy and sacred.

Rhiannon straightened her shoulders, feeling her body... transforming.

Her wounds closed before everyone’s eyes and her skin regained its flesh and glowed like the Moonlight itself. Her blonde hair transformed into a striking white, like the white furs of her wolf and the storm clouds that gathered above her...looked absolutely divine and crackled with true power.

Her eyes were deep silver, with freckles of gold around them.

And then, she looked directly at the Unmaker.

The witch’s smile had long faltered and she acknowledged the presence of the woman standing behind her.

She was mighty. She was beautiful. She was Powerful and controlled the skies.

And the witch felt a spine-chilling fear in her, admitting that Rhiannon was much more powerful than all the mothers that came before her.

Rhiannon’s lips parted, and her voice sounded like every mother was speaking thro