They say lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. They are damn liars because I’m losing count of the impossibilities in my life.

It turns out my presence in The Buried Knolls could mean the death of everyone around me. If the cold reactions of Wild and the quad are anything to go by, then the coven can never discover what I am.

Even though I’ve uncovered the demon king’s sinister plans and the truth about the supernatural game this coven plays, I must leave the knolls. Bizarrely, the place I came to for answers has become home. Hope. Community. I nearly fell in love here. Now the mating ritual with Wild feels like another excellent reason to leave.

Yet when so many impossible things have already happened, I have to wonder about the size of the storm ahead… and whether lightning will strike for a third time.