The red cloud, now spread so thin it was almost a whisper, drifted on the wind a long time. It followed the barest of scents and an old memory, until finally, finally, it found what it had been seeking.
The caves.
It paused for a moment, just outside the shadows inside the cave mouth. It could smell the others inside, inside their cocoons.
Like her, they were no longer Watchers anymore, but she didn’t know what she was.
The rogue was here, too, but Ella was too tired to do more than to note its existence.
She drifted inside the cave, into the welcoming darkness, to the cocoon waiting for her.
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Yule, December 20
For a long moment, as the Far West End safe house filled up with witches, Henry wished he could pull his shadow around him. Or better, slip outside as wolf and go run
