Chapter 145

• Olivia POV
• “Is that what we’ve been reduced to?” Elder Thornton’s raspy voice rose above the muttering of the crowd. “Accusations of black magic?”
• Olivia ignored him and walked up to within three feet of Emma. My wife’s hair and skin glowed with health and fertility in the sunlight, and her simple white robes effortlessly proclaimed her status as Pack Luna. In much more ornate white robes of her own, Emma seemed scrawny and ragged by comparison, and I wondered how I could ever have found her beautiful even while under her magic influence.