“No. Does it matter? I’m told that the power isn’t genetic.”
“Who told you that?”
“The Crone.”
London slid the file toward me. “Perhaps you should not take her words at face value. The coven always has an agenda.”
My gaze flew to his. “You’re suggesting that my mother was a witch.”
“It is rare but not unheard of for a wolf to mate with a witch,” London said softly. “You can read it for yourself, but the null my grandfather knew told him that it wasn’t passed down through every generation or even every other generation, but that it was a bloodline. I think that your mother being a witch is the simplest explanation for your power. What do you know of her?”
“Nothing.” I stared at the folder. “Ragor never talked about her, and when I asked, he told me she was just some b***h he shacked u
