Chapter 69

Lennox’s POV

“The prophesied one still lived!” Amelie exclaimed, her eyes shining with disbelief, confusion, and shock. Her lips twitched into a smile as the Council murmured around her. I paid no attention, my deep blue eyes fixed on the blood moon looming overhead.

Something was wrong. That couldn’t be happening. A blood moon meant Maeve was in dire peril, her magic bleeding outward. She couldn’t have done that—she didn’t even possess her childhood memories. From everything I had uncovered, both her wolf side and her witch powers remained locked.

I wrenched my gaze from the red sky and tried to mind-link with Luther, but received no response.

Oh, goddess, that felt dreadfully wrong.

“How can this be? We were certain she was dead!” one council member said, disbelief still thick in his voice.

After Draven’s father, Alpha Nell, invaded our pack and abducted Maeve—along with my father and me—our council army searched relentlessly.

We ha