A loud pounding at my door didn’t scare me. Maybe it should. I didn’t have visitors here. I was the odd one of the witches, even though I had been around longer than any of them. I guess that scared some people, the knowledge I held, the power. In some ways, I was more powerful than the royalties with the abilities I was given. Not with brute strength, but knowledge. Sometimes knowledge was the most powerful thing a person could own. The pounding sounds again, and I know it’s her, followed by him.
I’d known she was my mate for this generation the second she was born. I found it odd she was so close. To be born into the coven I was residing in, that had never happened before. Never had my female counterpart been a witch either. I guess the fates was once again switching things up, trying t
