Fifty miles away from Eldar cave, the high cliff overlooking the south of Canvey Island was perfectly suited to hiding a pack of renegade demons. The abandoned wooden cottage was miles from its nearest neighbour, and the thick tangle of trees deterred all but the most determined hikers. But it was not only the isolation that had lured Jasmine, Tana’s sister and her friends, feral werewolves and witches, to the remote peak. No, it was the echoing magic that lingered in the rich black earth and the power of the churning waters below.
Not that she wouldn’t have preferred an elegant house, complete with acres of marble and priceless works of art. She loved anything that screamed of power and riches, and being an ordinary witch warrior was nothing but boring. She was not, after all, like her s
