My name is Winter Wayne, and I’m a Bone tissue witch-minus the magic.

I actually used to work in the just put in place Manhattan that had use to get a witch with hardly any magic-like me-until my manager kicked me out over employment gone poor (not really my fault, We swear).

Pure boredom and having less company got to my mind fast. I was so desperate, I got a delivery job from a complete stranger. It was supposed to be an easy work, clean and basic. It had been anything but.

Now, there’s a price on my head and my very own coworkers are hunting me down. My mad fighting abilities alone aren’t going to be enough to keep me alive. Appears like the time provides come to seek out my mother’s bones and total the ritual that will finally ignite the magic in my bones-if I also make it that significantly.

She never wanted me to be part of the Paranormal world, but she ensured I used to be prepared for it anyway. I’m finally about to find out why.