Aiden’s POV
It took me several minutes to realize that I wasn't conscious. Because here I was, standing in my bedroom, in the middle of my childhood home.
A house that'd been spelled and burned to the ground with my mother and sister and some of our kin trapped inside by witches that we'd underestimated and trusted during the Great Purge. Witches who'd sided with the werewolves in secret with plans to wipe out vampires forever for good.
I walked over to the balcony where I'd spent years fawning over the Thorne coterie and fought the urge to flinch as I came upon the community, looking exactly as it was before the evil that was the war.
Living in our own town, spelled to look like a forest of trees to the human eyes who passed by or through it like all other supernatural commu
