THE BURNT FACE LUNA
I leaned closer, gripping the edge of the stone bench until my knuckles turned white.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs. "What history are you talking about, Wynona? What happened before that looks like what is happening now?"
Wynona turned her head back to me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of real fear in her ancient eyes. "A long time ago, before the Lycan King had a crown and before the witches lived in the Iron Mountains, there was another woman. She carried the same spark you do, Kyla. She was the original Wolf Mother, the one who first commanded the trees and the stone."