**Nate**
With the trucks turning off the interstate that led into Seattle, I laughed to myself as I saw a sign that said “Dirty Harry’s Balcony” and wondered what kind of people we were about to meet. The trucks were winding down and around bends on a dirt road just outside of Seattle and I began to wonder if a lot of the covens were much the same as we are in the aspect of preferring the wide-open space and land over the hustle and bustle of city life. This was only the second coven that I have been to but it couldn’t be a coincidence, right?
As I was looking out the window of Nero’s truck, I took in the view of a very damp day with a low ceiling of fog hovering about halfway up the mountain. We were driving slow enough that I could see rain droplets falling from branches and leave
