Chapter 1I should have known by now that this coven wouldn’t celebrate Samhain the way I was used to. Lammas had been eye-opening. Mabon only reinforced that. I don’t know why I expected Samhain to be the dour, somber, power-grabbing ritual I’d grown up with.
This was a celebration. Honoring the dead, of course, but it was done with joy and memories. Feasting and drinking, dancing and laughter. Magic sparking in the air, as the moon shone overhead. A memorial altar to pay respect, but celebrating life and the end of the harvest season. Friends and family of the entire coven were gathered here in Cole’s backyard, enjoying themselves.
It was such a stark contrast to what I’d known. Even though Cole had explained what the night would be like, even knowing that how my family’s coven approach
