After she left me at my door, I turned and headed to my bed. I felt like my life was drained from my body. I felt like I’ve felt for the last decade. Old. Tired. I laid in my bed for sometime. My body was tired but my mind ran a hundred miles an hour. The reason for the way I’ve been feeling could only be one thing. My sisters were looking for me. Well, not sisters in the normal meaning of the word. In my day, sisters were what we called the members of a coven. My sisters, 13 of us in all, have been looking for me for quite some time. The coven I am a member of does not allow one to just walk away. We are all connected through a powerful bond. The only way to open a position inside the coven, previous members must die first. And, since I’m not dead but no long desire to be part of a coven
