CHAPTER 173

  Guinevere frowned. How on earth was a dirty werewolf deemed worthy of possessing such power?

  It rattled her being. She could feel the magnificence of it as it caressed her being and called to her. It didn't call her like others did. No. It called for her to submit. It called for her to surrender.

  Guinevere's night was sleepless. The foolish wolf broke her curse like it was a mere twig, and she did it unknowingly. A curse that took her years to perfect!

  She couldn't fight against such power and win. But she was certain of one thing. Marisol Hallows didn't deserve that power.

  It was hers. It belonged to her. Only she could wield it correctly. The heavens were playing a treacherous game.

  They blessed a werewolf with the most power any being could wield and fated her to become the Luna of Redwood. Redwood was the ancient source of all witchcraft. Its lands were blessed with unimaginable power, all of which now belonged to a dirty werewolf.