Mabon Hollow

My mom told me I was meant for greater things. I knew she meant in a magical sense. Being the middle child of three, born into a family whose Witchy-ness harkened back to the Salem Trials, sometimes the prospects of greatness seemed limited. I'm pretty sure when I married a Cowen, their expectations plummeted. Nearly twenty years later, in my CRV with a few suitcases and my cat, Pyewacket, I was over forty, divorced, daughter in college, no job, and no idea what to do with myself as I drove from Florida to Delaware to live with my best friend. Apparently my greater thing-twenty years later-is to bring magic back into the world. Angels (Elohim) don't want that to happen. Luckily I have my best friend's coven on my side, the last of the Fallen, and the Night Shades. In the other corner? Angels and Werewolves. Wings, claws, and teeth. Oof. Maybe I should have stayed in Florida…