Joan woke up earlier than everyone, and the sun was barely up in the sky when she made herself a cup of hot coffee and walked to the back of the house. There was a chair she loved to , on, and this had become like a morning ritual to her since she returned back here.

The last months of her life were something she wouldn't have imagined. if someone told her a year ago that she had powers and was among the children of the prophecy who were supposed to stop the dark witches and also the mate of a lycan king she was would thought the person was...