She straightened and arched her back, stretching with a grimace. She’d been bent over the bowl for forty-five minutes grinding four different seeds into a fine powder for use in a curative spell. She carried the packet out of the room and down the hall, entering an office where Lorene, the owner of the Cleveland Mother Earth Store and powerful North Corner of the coven, sat. “Are you done already?” Lorene asked from behind her desk, looking up as Cinder strode in. “Those seeds didn’t stand a chance,” Cinder said, smiling. She handed the packet to Lorene, who brought it under her nose and inhaled with a smile. “You are so talented. I dare say I could make a fortune for the coven just on your potions alone.” Cinder beamed with pride. She’d been with the Northern Ohio Wiccan coven for four months, joining after her mom’s coven suggested that she find herself another coven to hook up with after the truth of her half-nature had surfaced. Cinder wasn’t a full Wiccan — her mom was a natural, full Wiccan, but her father was a werewolf, and that meant that although she was as powerful as any natural Wiccan, Cinder was an outsider. Not enough Wiccan to be a corner and not enough werewolf to shift. She had feet in two vastly different worlds.
