Allegra glares out at the place she’s called home for twenty years. The heart aching and stomach churning stench of burnt flesh and shattered dreams smacks her back to reality. She instantly runs to her covens seven homes, thankfully all girls are alive. Deep breath’s she says to herself, stop and inspect to find the truth, she says to herself just as her mother had a million times. Fire agate! Allegra screams in anger, she should have known. Not far from the stone lie the symbol of baron samedi, the voodoo god of death. “This wasn’t a attack of another coven alone but the workings of two, but why?” Allegra asked herself. As bad as she hated to request the help of the Warlock Coven Silver Cirlce she knew she had to. How would she handle seeing her one true love Percy? She had rejected him once… Could she do it a second time?