Chapter 172

Celine

I had started going to the Eastern Pines more often, though I never told the coven.

They wouldn’t understand—not the way I did. I walked through frost-laden paths and narrow glades, boots crunching against ice that clung stubbornly to the fallen leaves, and I felt a thrill every time I imagined him waiting there. Some days, he crossed into Northwood, slipping quietly into different clearing