The Witch’s Familiar

“Get her inside!” Meadow barked, her hands already glowing with power as she moved toward the door. Orion didn’t argue. […]

Hazel woke to voices arguing downstairs. “—pushing her too hard.” Orion’s voice, hard-edged. “She needs to be ready.” Meadow, equally

The thorn lesson went about as badly as Hazel expected. “Thorns are aggressive magic,” Meadow explained, demonstrating by growing a

The training was brutal. For two weeks, Hazel’s life became a cycle: teach kindergarten during the day (on modified schedule,

The dreams got worse. After the attack at the school, after learning about her parents, after everything—Hazel couldn’t escape the

The attack came three days later, during recess. Hazel was supervising the playground when the air changed. It went cold—too

Teaching kindergarten while secretly being a newly awakened witch with an immortal wolf bodyguard was, Hazel discovered, absurdly difficult. She’d

The nightmares started on the third night. Hazel jerked awake at two in the morning, heart pounding, sheets twisted around

Orion Grey had been alive for three hundred and seventeen years, and in all that time, he’d never felt anything

The dead tulip shouldn’t have been blooming. Hazel Cooper stared at the cracked plastic pot on her kindergarten classroom windowsill,