Raven’s POV

It doesn’t take much for me to realize that we are holding some kind of coven meeting this evening. All of the oil lamps and lights are on inside of the house. There is the scent of fresh and aged blood lingering in the air, but I can tell it is not because of recent bloodshed or bleeding. Fresh spilled blood against the ground would be scented with adrenaline and smell like fear. This is a subtle, subdued scent.

I enter through the gates ...