#Chapter 145 Challenge

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. “You studied more than music with the humans in Albsraca,” Olivia said, and her calm voice dominated the stone square as all eyes were fixated upon her. “The Apothecary, the Alphas of Both Lunaris and Moonshadow, and I know of your voodoo practices.” Olivia held up a sparkling hair ornament, and Emma betrayed herself with a hiss. “Iris and Claudia found your books and potions. We know what you’ve been doing here since your return.” Olivia tu