Griffin swallowed hard. "She's right. I have something desperate to ask of you and you might not approve of it."
Mother Thessara didn't blink. "What is it?"
For a moment, Griffin's lips parted, but no words came out. He sucked in his bottom lip, hesitated, then finally said it.
"I need a witch."
The shift in Thessara's expression was instant. Whatever peace had rested on her face vanished.
And for good reason.
Yes, the wolves believed Selene created them just as she created most of the supernaturals walking the realm. But witches? That was where things got messy. Most wolves didn't believe witches came from Selene. Witches, with their grimoires and circles and ancient chants, were often lumped in with demons.