I was not born in the sacred confines of my coven, though every recollection I carry since my early years came from the life I shared with my sisters and Matrone.
We were one and whole. The hands and the eyes of the Goddess on earth. The conduct of the type of power the world was lacking. She had long bestowed us with her blessings so that we could manifest her wills onto the small piece of the world we habited, vowing we would spread her energy and follow her will.
I had enough power in my veins to shape my desires into reality. I sacrificed enough blood to earn the respect of the deity and my coven. I thought I had everything I needed.
Until the summer solstice.
The presence of that man changed everything. He was what demons were made of. The kind of danger I never learned to fear.
I had no idea how he was going to change my life.
I could not have forfeit that my entire world would flip.
I was not prepared to see beyond the veil.
And I might not survive because of him.