Eloise looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and disbelief. "I thought this process would take hours, Rachel. But your magic is so rare, so undeniably pure, that there was virtually nothing for the tracking spell to search through. It didn't have to sift through centuries of blended bloodlines. Your lineage answered the call instantly."
She smiled, a breathless, triumphant look on her face, and went to pull out books, frantically searching for something on her shelves. She found what she was looking for, pulling down a thick, heavy grimoire and flipping through the fragile pages until she showed us a page that had a beautifully illustrated ancient family crest.
"Look here," Eloise said, pointing to the name inscribed in gold leaf: The Crescent-Moon. "Most bloodlines
