Something Borrowed Something Bewitched

Something Borrowed Something Bewitched 

A Supernatural Legacies Short by T.J. Deschamps

Three men gathered at the edge of the woods, to test their magical mettle. The first, wore a chainmail hauberk and a sword on his back. He was taller, burlier, and spat a lot more than the others. His face told a tale of a life of violence. Some brawls he might have even won. 

The second wore a long gray robe with a cowl neck. A length of rope, resembling what was used for sailboat rigging, cinched the waist of the robe. On his head sat a pointy hat with a drooping point. He stroked his straggly beard with one hand and held a stick that could be a wand with another. 

The third man wore a tunic with leggings and leather shoes with curling toes. Instead of a sword, he had a lute strapped across his back. 

The geniuses gathered around a chalk outline of a pentacle within a circle. Gibberish squiggles and a scattering of what appeared to be rudimentary Elder Futhark runes lined the circle. Some were scrawled within the lines. The set up made no sense to any supernatural with proper training.

Roxanne leaned against the tree and examined her cuticles, wishing she was anywhere else. Next to her, Jada covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Her dark eyes danced with mirth. She was almost as tall as Roxy’s five foot ten. That’s where the two of them ended in similarities in appearance. 

Roxy dyed her white-blonde hair the same color blue as her eyes, teased and sprayed it into whatever shape annoyed her mother and stepdad the most. She also had an undercut, not for fashion, but because her hair was heavy and thick like her late grandmother’s. Not that she had inherited anything else from the woman or her angelic grandfather Gabriel’s perfection. The rest was all her mother’s Swedish model looks—which she despised inheriting. 

Boys wouldn’t leave her alone, especially shifter boys. She never found any of them attractive. Their sisters however…

Conversely, Jada was all her demigod father Rafael—light brown skin, round apple cheeks, dimples, and brown eyes framed with lashes so long and full, they looked false. She changed her hairstyle more often than Roxy, currently wearing it in box braids. Jada inherited none of her mother’s fae witch looks.

Probably a good thing, since her mom had antlers and silvery white skin that betrayed she wasn’t human. 

As it were, the two could blend in as mundanes and go undetected as a threat to likes of the trio before them.

“I’m glad one of us is having a good time besides our suspects.” Roxy said. They were way out of earshot in the forest above the clearing where the trio stood below.

Jada sobered, jabbing her thumb at the three strangers. “These are the ‘supes wielding foul magic in Blyth Park’?” 

Roxanne lifted an eyebrow, surprised her friend thought the council would give the junior enforcers something actually dangerous to clean up. “Yup.” 

There it was. The disappointment she felt all the time as an enforcer limning Jada’s face. The only reason they got junior enforcer status was for backup and these kinds of cases.

Someone had leaked that belief shaped magic and that all supernaturals got their powers from belief. Since the news wasn’t through the International Supernatural Enforcement Agency’s official channels, as they’d threatened all supes they’d do, most mundane humans took the information leak as a hoax. Cognitive dissonance wouldn’t allow their small minds to believe their gods got some juice from the human imagination. The Supernatural Council of the Americas took it as a direct threat to all supes. Some mundanes took it as their time to shine. The three dudes in cosplay were of the final variety. 

Something whizzed past Roxy’s head. 

Jada lifted a hand, her mouth moved as she whispered an incantation, and the object incinerated. 

The stench of burnt plastic slapped Roxy’s nostrils. She spun around to see who threw something at them. A couple of thirtysomethings in polo shirts and cargo shorts jogged up. 

One of the strangers threw up his hands. “Hey! That was my frisbee.”

Roxy’s hackles rose, and her wolf stirred. He was getting too close to her friend. She had to suppress a growl. Five years ago, she would’ve torn into him. Today, she let Jada defend herself. 

Jada blinked her big eyes innocently. “It startled me.” 

Usually, her guileless act won everyone over, but one of the newcomers wasn’t having it. He jabbed a meaty finger in their direction. “This is a magical crime. I’m reporting you to ISEA!” He dug in the pocket of his cargo shorts.

Part of Roxy wanted to tear the phone from his fingers and punch him. That part had gotten her nothing but trouble in the past. She was a guardian now. If she wanted to move past “junior” enforcer, she had to prove she could handle mundanes with tact. Well, at least without violence. 

She examined her nails, shifting just enough to look up at them through her bangs with glowing wolf eyes. “Go ahead. Since you’re interrupting an official investigation of an actual magical crime, I’m sure ISEA will love to hear from you.” 

Polo shirt opened his mouth to argue, but his buddy clapped him on the shoulder and said, “We can play frisbee golf some other time. Let’s go have a drink at Hollywood Tavern.” In a quieter voice, which she wouldn’t be able to hear if she weren’t a shifter, he whispered, “This isn’t a hill we want to die on, and I don’t mean figuratively.”

Frisbee guy’s body relaxed. The two wandered back the way they came.

Jada cocked her head to the side and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s frisbee golf?” 

Roxy pointed to a pole with two discs parallel to each other. A loose chain net connected the discs. Players were supposed to land the Frisbee in the netted discs like putting a golf ball into a hole. The post happened to be nowhere near where the two polo shirts threw the frisbee. Figures. 

“Frisbee golf is a dumb game for bored dummies like Chad.”

Her friend grinned. “You think everything that your stepfather does is stupid.”

“Phyr is my stepfather. Chad is Kirsten’s husband,” Roxy corrected. “Not my anything.”

A bright smile lit up Jada’s face. A smile that used to make Roxy’s heart flutter. Now it just gave her a warm feeling she’d delighted her friend. “So, you’re cool with our parents’ situation now?”

She was far from cool with it. Like all things her father did that pissed off the pack, Roxy had taken the brunt of their anger about the situation. She shrugged and glanced in the direction where the LARPers stood, or rather, where they had stood. “Ugh. Where did the Deadly Trio go?” 

She didn’t really care. The cosplayers probably had realized they weren’t special and went home to play D&D. However, she would do anything to avoid this conversation. 

Jada took the bait. Her nose flattened and her nostrils widened, jet fur sprung where brown skin had been. The rest of Jada remained human, but her nose was now that of a panther. She scented the air. 

Roxy resisted the urge to shake like a wet dog. Her friend’s godly shapeshifter magic disturbed the wolf within her. Roxanne could call upon that wolf and become her, but she couldn’t transition a part at a time. However, she had a preternatural sense of smell.

Jada covered her panther nose. “Oh, that’s awful.”

Sniffing, Roxy caught it, too. Her stomach dipped. Sulfur. 

Someone had opened a portal to Hell. 

The two sprinted in the direction of the scent. They might be too late. A summoning without a salt circle meant a demon was unleashed unto this world unhindered by pesky things like boundaries. Unless it was a crossroads demon, who usually only came to this world to do a little bargaining and shift belief, demons hated being summoned to earth against their will to do a mortal’s bidding, and they showed their dissatisfaction by tearing apart their summoner. 

The stench of Hell gained strength. Roxy swallowed back the bile rising in her throat. The back of her neck tingled as the hairs rose. Foul magic pricked her skin. Her wolf writhed, begging to be free. No. She was going to shift, but not to her wolf form. Still running, she pulled her hoodie over her head and flung it to the side. Her tank underneath would give her enough room.

When she shifted into a wolf, there was pain, too. You learned to manage it the way you managed to leave your body behind. It was a part of being a magical creature. Being of two types of magical being meant twice as much to manage. She was a generation removed from being an angel, barely a nephil, but she was the granddaughter of the Archangel Gabriel and powerful shifters. Her Grace was stronger than most with angelic blood.

Fire blazed two distinct lines between her shoulder blades. Her skin stretched and split as her angel mark, mundanes often mistook as a tattoo, ruptured. Wings shot from her back and unfurled. Her muscles burned, adjusting to sensation. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

They reached the edge of the trees, that led into some open space. There, the erstwhile live action role players circled around a massive, hooded figure in a midnight cloak made of living shadows. The shadows obscured the demon’s red face with four pairs of eyes and four sets of nostrils, four legs and four arms. Demons technically had one mouth containing four rows of serrated teeth. They weren’t fooling anyone by cloaking their appearance.

“Well, are you going to say why you summoned me or are you going to continue to urinate yourselves?” The resonant voice sounded like four demons speaking at once. 

The scent of human piss smacked her nose. She hoped the stink of Gehenna—or whatever part of Hell the demon came from—and the urine wouldn’t make her barf.

“I—I want to be a wiz—wiz-wiz—”

As she approached, Jada flanked Roxy’s side. They exchanged a look. She’d been friends with Jada so long they didn’t need words to communicate. Demonic problems called for angelic solutions, but Jada would have her back. Her friend waved her hand and walked out off our world into the null. Her planeswalker capabilities allowed her to travel between worlds as easily as most people walked between rooms.

“Begone, demon,” Roxy commanded, putting her angelic gift of herald into it to amplify her voice. “Leave this world.”

The mundanes turned around. Their eyes bulged, and their mouths dropped.

The demon released a raucous laugh. “A baby nephil dares confront me? I was born before your sire was a welp in Heaven.”

The erstwhile LARPers found themselves between a demon and an angel. Their heads snapping back and forth between the two, Roxy thought they might get whiplash.

Roxy scoffed. “Seriously? You’re going to pull ‘I’m ancient and powerful’? I don’t give a rat’s ass how old you are.” They both knew age was not a factor when it came to power. The demon was preying upon the ignorance of the mundanes and hoping for a belief boost. “You are not welcome. It is the will of the authority of this world.”

“Which authority? This world has many.” 

Was that mocking in the demon’s tone? It didn’t matter. 

“The International Supernatural Enforcement Agency.” 

While they talked, Jada’s hand and arm appeared near but not too close to the robed figure. I wouldn’t have noticed it, if I hadn’t been looking for her to reappear somewhere nearby. In her hand, she held a small bottle of salt and began pouring. All Roxy had to do was keep the demon occupied but not piss them off too much. Her partner needed to complete the entire circle, or the spell wouldn’t work, and Roxy would have to break promises to the council and face off with the demon. 

The demon laughed. “That name means nothing to me or my king.”

A frisson skittered across her shoulders. 

Didn’t Lucifer let his minions know about the hold ISEA had on all supes? They could all lose if ISEA gave up that study on the effects of belief. Then again, she’d never seen the study. What if it was bullshit?

Jada almost had the circle complete. The demon hadn’t noticed it yet, but Jada would have to reach in front of him, far away enough from the shadows that made up his cloak to finish the circle. 

A distraction. She needed to provide a distraction. Roxy flapped her wings, making sure all eyes were on her and not the floating hand. “I grow tired of your insolence. Begone!”

Her gaze was on the demon, but she laced her words with magical persuasion that would affect the mundanes. The D&D heroes took off, scrambling to get away. The cartoonish way they pinwheeled and ran would’ve been funny as hell if there wasn’t still a demon to banish.

She couldn’t let her eyes dip to Jada’s hand again. She leveled a bored stare on the demon. 

“Are you allowed to do that, little one? I don’t think you’re supposed to influence humans or engage with me at all. Is this how you’re going to make a name for yourself.”

Roxy’s insides twisted. There was no way they could know what junior enforcers were allowed to do. She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Your victims are gone. No bargains here.”

The demon chuckled softly. “I didn’t come to their pitiful summoning. They just so happened to find me when I was here, looking for you.”

She had to admit, she was intrigued. She also didn’t know if Jada’s circle was complete. “Sure, you were.”

“We know how the supernatural council and your father operate.” The cloak ruffled as if they’d spread all four arms underneath. “The council only handles what ISEA allows them to these days. They have you investigate small, insignificant threats that are likely false. So, I had my earthly minions spread enough rumors there was a powerful demon granting wishes in this park that sooner or later you would show up to investigate. They also watched this wood, waiting for your presence. I didn’t expect those cowards to show up.” The demon managed to sound annoyed. The trio must have thwarted a sneak attack. “I figured toying with them would definitely get your attention.”

“Uh-huh. So, what do you want?”

“My king wishes to attend the wedding. He has not yet been invited, and as an ally to the council and close kin to your father–well, you may understand how my king might feel.”

Roxy barked a laugh. She couldn’t help it. 

The demon’s hooded head reared as if affronted. “I fail to see the humor in my statement and find your diplomacy skills lacking. Please tell your friend to stop pouring salt. I am here for a purpose and don’t need bandaging. Also, salt makes my nose itch.”

Jada appeared next to Roxy. A wry grin turned up the corner of her mouth. “You mean to tell me that you went to all that trouble because Lucifer is having FOMO?”

“I do not know what FOMO is, but I do know I was foolish to believe I could entrust two infants with a matter of great significance. Letting a heart wound like this fester will not work well in anyone’s favor, treaty or not. Threat by mortal mundanes or not. My king loved her dearly. You are too young to fathom this, but that doesn’t go away in ten or twenty years for the long lived.”

Roxy sobered as did Jada. They knew through spying on their parents’ conversation that the king of Hell had a thing for Jada’s mom. Her father Gabriel had once told her that immortal beings didn’t have crushes, they either had fleeting affairs or the kind of unwavering devotion that a short-lived person’s mind couldn’t comprehend. She assumed that he was speaking from firsthand experience. It always hurt a little that Roxy’s mom hadn’t been The One for her dad, but these days Miriam felt more like a mother to her than Kirsten. 

“What does that have to do with us?” Roxy asked. 

“Make it clear to your parents that inviting my king is better than any unwelcome surprises.” The demon’s robes slithered into coils of shadows, rising, turning twisting, until they were obscured completely by a pillar of writhing shadows. 

Roxy covered her nose to avoid the overwhelming sulfuric stench. 

The pillar disappeared completely as did the demon.

Jada rubbed her forehead. “Shit. Mami’s going to freaking flip when she finds out Lucifer wants an invitation.”

Roxanne blew out her breath. “This is some ploy to get her back. He’ll pull some trick where he sets up all three of them against each other. When dad realizes what Lucifer has done. He won’t lose his shit. He’ll calmly challenge the King of Hell to the death and end up starting a war.” 

Jada looked at her with wide, luminescent eyes. She licked her lips. “My mother will kill him before she’d let that happen. We should just let it go. He can’t do anything without an invitation.”

That would be easier.

“No. They need to be prepared.”

With a sigh and a frown, Jada replied, “You’re right. We better get this over with.”


Roxy’s chest tightened as she drove up the winding private road up a hill. Evergreens littered the vast hillside property, accompanied by ferns, brush, and deciduous trees barren of leaves but heavy with moss, the verdant greens of the flora a sharp contrast to the gunmetal gray sky. Besides indigenous wildlife, the forests of the multi-acre estate were stocked with deer, elk, and moose for the shifters to hunt. Normally, she’d have to listen out for game or shifters running the wood. The pack would not be hunting right now. They were saving the game for a post wedding hunt.

The former pack house sat atop the hill. A sprawling stone mansion that her dad kept building onto like the famed Winchester mansion of San Jose. Instead of making additions to escape ghosts like the troubled Sarah Winchester, he added on to accommodate the growing pack, the witches, and fae.

At the top of the hill, there’s a circular driveway, a dairy barn, stables for horses, and greenhouses for growing vegetables year-round. They cluster to one side of the property that’s optimal for sun. 

Inside, the house buzzed with activity. Shifters, witches, and fae crowded the halls, passing back and forth with wedding-related tasks. The wedding was in three weeks, but there were going to be almost a thousand guests. It wasn’t just a celebration, but a strategic move on their parents’ part. They wanted to bring a little peace and joy to supernaturals during a time that was uncertain. 

Their sensitive sense of smell scenting the sulfur, a few shifters gave them curious glances. When she was a teenager, the stink would get her sent straight to her dad. Now, it was all part of the job of junior enforcer.

Rhiannon, a fae witch of indeterminate age, exited one of the rooms from the main corridor of the bottom floor. She had curly brown hair, a face that turned heads, and an infectious laugh. The wild spark in her dark eyes was at full gleam. Rhiannon was a beautiful witch, but today, in a lilac gown, she appeared radiant. She motioned to someone still inside the room. “Come on. We need to see if you can walk in those dang things.”

A fae with shimmering white scales instead of skin, and hair of the same color as the scales emerged. Niamh blinked black eyes with no sclerae and their gills on their neck gaped and closed as if they were breathing hard. The most shocking thing to Roxanne about the fae’s appearance was a lilac silk gown with a split down the leg, revealing stiletto heels. Normally, Niamh wore nothing, their naked body androgynous as a doll. Unlike their usual stealthy grace, the fae walked as unsteadily as a newborn calf.

“You said no one would see me,” Niamh hissed in their sibilant voice, awkwardly scurrying back into the room.

“Sorry! I must’ve forgotten a word in the Don’t Look Here,” the rock witch called after the embarrassed fae. She spun and jabbed a finger. “You two are late for your fitting.”

Roxanne exchanged glances with Jada. It would be impossible to speak to their parents one on one. She shrugged. “We were sent on a mission.”

“Well, get in there. The bridal posse needs the fitting today for final adjustments.” 

“In a minute, Auntie Rhi. We’ve got to report to Gabriel.”

A monster wearing hot pink cat eyeglasses and a matching pink kaftan with little blue flamingos squeezed through the door. The top half of her body had the appearance of a frail woman in her seventies or eighties. The bottom half was rotund and enormous. Eight spider legs clicked on the hardwood floor instead of feet.

Arachne cocked her head to the side and sniffed the air like a shifter catching a curious scent. She wrinkled her nose and made a shooing motion. “Go on, report away.” Fanning her hand in front of her face, she added, “And then take a shower and change into something else. You stink of Hell.” 

“Any ideas where our parents might be?” Jada asked.

Both Arachne and Rhiannon shook their heads. 

That was the trouble with living in a massive house filled with people on a property one could get lost on. No one ever knew where anyone was.

Roxy tried texting her dad, but it was still on unread, which was normal. Gabriel might have gone into one of his offices and got busy in meetings. Since giving concerns his undivided attention, he rarely checked his text messages. She’d call, but this wasn’t something she wanted to share over the phone or interrupt a meeting with. Finding Phyr or Miriam would work best.

There were several more stops with similar interactions as the first before they found one of their parents. Phyr was in the library in the private living suite built just for the three of them. No one else in the house, except Roxanne and Jada, could enter the suite without invitation. Although they went public with the nature of their relationship, they liked to keep their privacy as much as possible.

Phyr looked up, his amber eyes curious. The rest of his burnished bronze face had no expression. Full high fae of the Unseelie courts had lacking an emotive face in common. Judging from what she heard, not showing how they felt saved them from cruelties that shifters wouldn’t ever dream of. The fae rose, bowed his horned head and flourished like a courtier.

That was for Jada. Although she was his adoptive daughter, she ranked higher in the complicated Unseelie hierarchy than he did. 

Jada inclined her head and said in high fae, “You may set your gaze upon me, Prince Phyr. I seek your council.”

Roxanne shifted uncomfortably. Packs had protocols and customs too, but this felt too much like the few times she encountered her angelic grandfather, also named Gabriel. All full angels were aloof, even with their closest kin. That didn’t sit well with her wolf shifter nature. 

The cold veneer faded, giving way to a warm grin. Phyr gestured to a love seat covered in the same pattern as his chair. Everyone took their respective seats. 

A tray and tea set appeared on the table next to Phyr. He poured a cup for Jada first and then Roxy. If they tried to speak about their problem before this ritual, he wouldn’t answer. It was part of Jada’s training in how to behave among fae. They took offense very easily if you even had a drop of fae blood. Since Oberon, their high king, was Jada’s grandfather, she had to lead by example and had more customs and protocols to learn than most. 

After everyone took a sip, Phyr asked, “Tell me, how can I help with your assumed demon issue?”

Roxy let Jada relay their encounter, adding a few crucial details here and there.

The fae went still as a bronze statue and remained that way for what seemed like an eternity after they stopped speaking. She wished she had a window to the machinations going on in the planeswalker’s head during that agonizing silence.

Finally, he spoke. “My partners will be aggrieved to hear this. We had intentionally not invited anyone from Hell because Roxanne’s grandfather will be present.”

Roxy’s jaw dropped. 

Jada gasped. “You invited angels?”

Phyr waved dismissively. “Peace brokering is delicate business. Lines of communication opened after the sea monster and the jailbreak incidents.” His brow furrowed. “One would think that would stifle any communication, but the angels are learning they may become obsolete, if they don’t change policy.”

Roxy’s teacup clattered against the saucer. She set the delicate porcelain down and rubbed her palms on her thighs. 

Jada groaned. “That’s why Lucifer perceived his lack of invitation as a slight. It has nothing to do with his personal feelings for Mami. His brother got invited, and he didn’t.”

Their stepfather rewarded her with a fanged smile. “Perceptive.”

“So how do we invite him and keep everything peaceful?” Roxy asked.

Phyr could tell them. She could see in his eyes; he had a plan. However, unlike their other parents, the fae wanted them to come up with a solution on their own. 

How could they keep Lucifer and Gabriel, enemies for eons, from going at each other’s throats?

After a long, pondering silence, Roxy came up with an idea. “What if we give all guests a charmed bracelet to wear?” Anyone who breaks the peace in any way is transported to their realm.”

Jada’s face lit up. “We could give them charm bracelets. Each charm could have a rule placed on it.”

“Brilliant,” Phyr replied. 


It took all the covenless witches, the Baba Yaga coven, and Hecate seven days to create the bracelets. 

After much convincing of their other parents, Roxanne and Jada volunteered to go to Gehenna as envoys. Jada used her planeswalker skills to pass from Earth to the grand entrance of Lucifer’s palace. 

The building itself too was massive to take anything in but the colossal golden doors. Behind them, a bustling metropolis sprawled. The stench was overwhelming at first, but she got used to it fairly quickly. 

Demon guards took them into a large vestibule. Marble floors and mural art walls greeted them inside. 

Roxy expected to be led to a throne room akin to that of a great king in a movie. However, the demons escorted them to a room with a sunken area covered in cushions. Silks draped walls with more art. The decadent luxury reminded her of depictions of a sultan’s quarters in ancient palaces. 

The demons gestured for them to sit and left them alone. 

Jada drawled out the word “Okay” under her breath, but not softly enough to escape Roxy’s sensitive shifter ears. They didn’t take a seat. 

So they stood. 

And stood. 

And stood.

“I think we’re getting snubbed,” she finally said. 

Her friend shrugged. “Oberon makes me wait for what feels like hours sometimes. Kings are busy.”

Shadows slithered and curled along the floor, coalescing into a pool on the sunken floor of cushions. Lucifer’s form appeared slowly from his sandaled toes to his robed figure, to his flawless face, midnight hair, and ebony wings. He had eyes like Niamh, but his contained the depths of a universe within. His magic a palpable thing, almost a separate entity than his corporeal form. Standing in his presence felt like skimming the rim of a black hole.

Roxanne rolled her eyes and examined her nails—a tactic she learned very young, now a habit.

Would the charm bracelet be enough? Echoed in her head. She swallowed the thought and all thoughts, throwing up titanium shields against his telepathy.

Jada did a fae thing Roxy saw her do to Oberon. It was a royal greeting a royal of almost equivalent rank.

Damn. That was ballsy.

Lucifer didn’t seem offended. He inclined his head, acknowledging the gesture. “Why are you here, young ones?”

They exchanged a glance.

Roxy recited what her father told her to say, speaking in her angelic voice the way her father had taught her, “We come with glad tidings. The Archangel of the Americas Gabriel Crowfoot is wedding the heir to the Unseelie High court, Princess Tatiana, the Covenless daughter of Gracia, late witch elder, and Prince Phyr of the Unseelie Spring Court. You are invited as an honored guest of your kin Gabriel.” 

His dark gaze swept over her as she spoke, sending frissons skittering down her spine. He was technically a relative, but that didn’t matter outside the mundane world. 

“Under which god’s eyes do they seek blessing for these nuptials, pretty little nephil?” 

Pretty little nephil? Ew.

Jada answered the question. “None. This is a celebration of their vows to each other.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Vows with no accountability are meaningless.”

Jada argued, “My mother and father are Tuatha De Danann. Their word is binding, as is a vow made to them.”

“Your father is a god,” Lucifer corrected. “Prince Phyr is your guardian. Never forget that.”

Roxy’s friend struggled to maintain her composure, but Jada managed. She took the attention off her by asking a direct question. “Do you accept the invitation?”

He made them wait in more uncomfortable silence. Just when Roxy was going to tell Jada they should leave, he finally said, “Yes.”

Jada produced the charm bracelet. “All guests must wear one of these as proof of invitation.”

The bracelet lifted from her palm, hovering over to Lucifer as if riding a zephyr. The king of Hell examined the bracelet, muttered, “clever girl” in the angelic language and then in English said to them with a flick of his wrist, “You may leave.”

Mission complete, the two junior enforcers of the Supernatural Council of the Pacific Northwest did just that.

Note from author: Supernatural Legacies, the spinoff series of the Midlife Supernaturals series, is coming in 2025! This story is a prequel to that series and the events of Eastside Coven.   

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