*Three Years Earlier*

Midnight came with a cold breeze. The witching hour was the time for power and magic. It charged the air around them and gave them goose bumps. The veil between worlds was at its thinnest and they could almost hear the lost souls wandering around.

The coven kept firm as they chanted the spell. They had been taught since they were children to never cast at this time of night. Kate wondered what lay beyond the veil. What horrors were kept in the darkness they ...