They've found me.

The hearth and its color-changing flames have made that abundantly clear, but apparently the “they” could be anyone: whoever just got nailed by Flora's protection wards, the human strangers in town with their fae-like markings, the rival coven, or even my own family.

Evidence suggests they're all hunting for a powerful magic cache… and I've got the biggest one in town hiding in my farmhouse crawlspace.

Redbud isn't safe and its top defender wants nothing to do with me.

Good thing I decided to adopt a werewolf.

It's a tenuous alliance at best, and he'll have his paws full keeping the threats at bay while I unravel the last clue of how to finally destroy the curse on the Hawthorne grimoire. My friend's past is the key to my future, but only if she overcomes her fears and tells me before my own past catches up to me.