Wasn’t I right in the beginning about Carina having such an interesting backstory? Water witch turned Dark, but also a half-shifter, which was her saving grace.
Then there’s her birthplace. Wonder what happened to the Coven of the Silver Seas… Like I told Ryder, they’re not even on Earth anymore. Theories?
Bonus of being the First Witch is knowing where they went. You should try it sometime. Or don’t. The pay sucks.
Having been inside Banff for half of Harlow’s relationship and all of Carina’s, I’ve come to enjoy the outdoorsy shit, so it’s with a sad face I announce we’re leaving the very mountains that helped made me fall in love with Earth.
In the beginning, the world was so different. So much better, to be frank. Then humans kept on procreating, and while itthrills Hecate to no end, I vote on mass destruction of every city so humans can return to pre-industrial revolutionary era living.
Works for the shifters, why not everyone else? Deep down, they must secretly crave it too. It’d be the best explanation for all the end-of-the-world-disaster movies they’re obsessed with.
Yes, I’ve watched them. When witches aren’t killing one another or another species, my job can be pretty slow and boring. Movies are a cool way to pass the time.
Anyway…I’m leaving Banff and wandering the streets of Montreal, Quebec. Camping in the woods may not have been ideal, but it’s infinity times better than city congesticolouron where car honks are the soundtrack, smog the perfume, and chaos the view.
Ugh.The next couple better entertain the hell out of me.
Caden Blackstone and Wynter Devereux—those names just go together, don’t you think? In terms of vibes, they’re closer to Harlow and Alec than Carina and Ryder. Considering she’s a witch and he’s a hunter of Otherworld creatures, they’re definitely going to have some hatred between them at first.
Far below my spot atop a building’s rooftop, I’m able to look down upon the city’s chaos—and the woman in question, as Wynter walks with her hood drawn up. Because how else would you dress when you have a crazy hunter after you?
“Oh, Hecate, this couple’s really gonna do me in, aren’t they?”
Yes, She replies with amusement in her tone. Always listening, always present. My mother, my sister, my best friend, my mentor.
As Wynter turns the corner, a figure slips out from the shadow, weapon strapped to his back. Because how else do you fit in with mortals within a big city?
“And he’s one of the best?” I muse aloud, skeptic. Like Ryder, he’ll need something to help him along because he’s about to get his ass handed to him by Miss Air Magick below.
Until she gets a vision, which will change the trajectory of everything. Ooh, you have no idea how much I want to spoil it for you, but I can’t. It’s truly her thing, not mine.
Also, what do you think happens when a Seer meets another Seer, hm? Think on that, won’t you.
“This war concerns me, Goddess.”
All will be well. Stick to your path.Wind blows, Hecate’s arrival and Her departure. When it passes, so has She, leaving me to my third task.
Two down, two to go.
Personally, I’m excited by Wynter since she may just have the best personality of the four witches. I mean, can we be honest for a second? Harlow was a big ball of depression. Carina was anxiety in physical form. Adalyn, we already know will be a twig in the mug or whatever the saying is. Don’t get me wrong; I love all of them, but between you and me, Wynter’s the mostinteresting.
She’s the definition of “don’t judge a book by its cover.” She looks like a coven princess, but the girl carries some shadows inside her.
Speaking of shadows…what the hell’s above me?
Oh, it’s…no.
No, no, no, no. no!You weren’t supposed to know about this yet—or at all.
What is he doing? Is hetryingto force me to show you?
Oh, shit, this is unavoidable.
Maybe he’ll keep flying. Maybe he won’t know the person on the rooftop is me. Maybe he’ll assume I’m a mortal about to jump to my death. Should I stand on the edge to make it believable?
Oh, he’s still approaching.
Fuck. Fuck me. Just…fuck.
