Ashina’s pov

The house was old, its wooden siding weathered to a soft gray that blended seamlessly into the surrounding trees. The windows were tall and narrow, with multiple panes that reflected the fading light of day like a series of tiny mirrors.

“Does a person actually live here?” Erica asked, disgust laced in her tone.

“It’s been in their family for years,” Maya answered. “Before people knew what supernatural beings were.”

A crooked chimney rose from the roof, puffing ...