Victoria POV
Victoria was sitting at her kitchen table reviewing old coven records when the world exploded.
Not literally. But it felt like it.
A surge of power so massive, so pure, so unmistakably Morvaine slammed into her from three territories away. It punched through her personal wards like they were paper, made every protection spell in the apartment flare to life simultaneously, and drove Victoria to her knees with the sheer force of it.
White light.
Ancestral magic.
Lilith.
Victoria's hands slapped against the floor as she gasped for breath, her own magic responding instinctively to the call of family blood. But this was not just any Morvaine power. This was old magic. The kind that had not been seen since before the coven fell. The kind that only manifested in witches with direct bloodline connection to the original Morvaine matriarch.
Lilith's power had fully awakened.
And she had just used it.
