I know the truth about who I truly am now. I'm a witch, and not just any kind of witch. I'm a powerful witch. Oh, I'm powerful, all right. Powerful at not being able to control my powers. Wyatt encourages me, but he's not the one who's scared to death of raising his hand in fear of what could happen. Hunter happens to show up in the same city we moved to. Even though I don't trust him, I can't keep away from him either. If I thought witch-powers were the pinnacle of my problems, I was naïve. Wyatt disappears, leaving me with an unlikely ally. Even after all that practice, nothing prepared me for who I had to kill.