Walking away from her coven and deeper into the dark forest, Ravenna wrapped her cloak tighter around herself. The night was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that allowed thoughts to grow louder. And unfortunately, her thoughts only ever led her back to him. Thorne. Always Thorne. The forest path blurred as memories resurfaced one after another.
For wolves, there were fated mates. For witches, there was magic. Ancient magic. Older than kingdoms. Older than covens. Older than most creatures still alive.
And unlike wolves, witches had no choice. The magic chose. The magic decided. The magic bound two souls together forever. There was no rejection. No second chance. No finding someone else. No walking away. When the bond formed, it was absolute. Beautiful. And cruel.
Ravenna had once
