“There were coyotes everywhere,” Eve said as if Arlin hadn’t heard the story already. He just smiled and stared, listening to her retell the tale of when Bane and his band of miscreants invaded their Friday night bonfire tradition a couple of weeks ago. Dimitri had put the ritual in place as a way to celebrate the coming weekend and bring everyone together, bonding them tighter as a community. Of course, Arlin had heard no one mention jobs as of yet, so he wasn’t really sure how the weekend was any different from the weekday around there, but he’d take any reason to celebrate with his mate. “They backed down quickly, however, when Adira sparked some of her magic at them. You should have seen it.”
“I don’t think that’s how it actually happened,” Adira asserted, the small dark-haired witch
