My powers are growing. And my dreams are actually memories from lifetimes before. Which doesn't make sense because witches aren't immortal. I'm starting to wonder if I'm something else entirely. I remember more every day, but the answers I need are always just out of reach. While I'm trying to figure this all out, a community of witches has opened their arms to me. I'm dying for a family that accepts me, but how much can I trust them? And those three...