“A year past. But because the Fates have a sick sense of humor, I ran into Gwen again. By then I had deduced why I had not been able to recognize her. She herself was practicing witchcraft, probably drafted into service by one of Volcan’s people. The night that I found her I just happened to be near a town and had heard the cries of a woman saying someone had taken her baby. I don’t know why I felt the need to help her, but my wolf and I couldn’t imagine anyone hurting a child, something so innocent and helpless. When I picked up the unmistakable stench of black magic, I followed it and found Gwen clutching the child with one hand and a knife in the other. She was going to sacrifice the child as an initiation into a coven. I couldn’t believe the depth of her depravity. I made myself known
