By Saturday afternoon, the spare bedroom is packed full of baby furniture and supplies. They remain in boxes, waiting to be built, an activity both Ryder and I agreed to get done over the next while. I rub the swell of my stomach as I lock my bedroom door, shutting off the view of the spare room. Soon, that will be your room. Having a daughter is my second chance to fix what my own coven put me through. I’ll raise her as a witch, but I won’t constrain her to a typical coven life. I’ll teach her any spell she wants early on, as well as the ceremonies, but I won’t prevent her from also living as a human. If it wasn’t for the fact that she is part-shifter and not a full witch, Grandma would be thrilled. While it continues the witch line, this child doesn’t fit into her plan of eradicating

