Sage and Nikolas’s coven sat in a large and quiet clearing of a forest. Many of the cottages were clustered around a town center where they could gather for spells. Behind the cottages were impressive gardens, with each witch or warlock’s specialty herb. The entire town smelled of sage, mint, rosemary, and lavender.

Sage took in a deep breath of air as they rode in. She was excited to be home. The sense of belonging and safety washed over her with a soothing embrace. She ...