Freya sat in a cozy armchair, flanked by Aiden and Maya, surrounded by the family which has become extended, and untied to an extent.
The witches, Margo and Keturah, were there too. Esther was still recuperating from the attack, and they had chosen to stay to take care of her, to return to the community when the young witch became whole again.
Eva, now healed, was leaning comfortably against Maya, her small head resting on the latter's shoulder. At intervals, Maya stroked Eva's hair gently, as if to reassure the little one that all was good now, that no one was annoyed with her, that all was forgiven.
Across from them was Lucille. She was sitting on a plush sofa with Kane. After she had woken up from a fitful sleep yesterday, she had been unable to seperate herself from the male, or the mate bond. She couldn't deny it any longer either. Now, they were inseparable.
