TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO…
“Moira! Moira! Where are you going, little munchkin?”
“Mom!” the six years old girl exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands together in glee. “The Queen is here. Can we go and see her? Pretty please?”
“Moira Greystone,” her mother scolded in her smooth gentle voice. “How many times do I have to remind you that we’re witches and that we’re not supposed to go near the Queen Luna. We’ve been banned from the werewolf’s community.”
The little girl sighed. “But Mama, why do we have to pay for Meme Agathe’s evil actions? We’re the good witches, aren’t we? It’s hardly our fault that some ancient witches have wanted to harm the werewolves.”
Harming was a mild word, Rhona Greystone mused as she watched her innocent daughter shining with breathless anticipat
