I didn't really have anywhere else to go and despite the fact I wasn't a part of the coven any longer, I returned to Wilding Springs with the rest of the Demoniconian visitors, arms hugging myself when I stepped through to the dim basement I knew so well, Henry's transformation shifting him back to a crow and making him squawk.

While something about him shifted.

I started at the odd feeling of him, but didn't get to investigate in that moment, not when Mom sighed into ...