Chapter 67

Luther’s POV

I tore my gaze away from the blood moon hanging ominously overhead. I had to find her—and fast. In the state she was in, her magic would blaze like a beacon, drawing any creature with the slightest appetite for power. This was exactly what terrified Fiona Black, my mother and once the revered leader of the Crystal Fortress witches before it was decimated.

Maeve’s magic was unlike anything I’d ever encountered. Perhaps it stemmed from her being the prophesied white wolf, but it felt ancient and untamed. It thrummed with raw strength yet carried a hidden peril, capable of luring the darkest creatures from the void.

My mother, Fiona Black, descended from an ancient, matriarchal clan of witches whose power ran deep. Their magic could only pass through female lineage. Lennox and I carried our mother’s witch-blood but could not summon even a spark of her power.

Now the entire pack lay shrouded in a thick, red mist that swallowed the world. I shi