Dust to Dust
The fae are missing. Not just one, but all except one. And he is the most recent of the audience who stood by my grave and watched me claw my way out.
One of the high fae is asking for the help of a dark witch. It seems the dark and the light aren’t so evenly divided anymore. Right now all that matters is survival.
It starts with two witches, a werewolf, and a fae. I wonder if this is how Dorthy felt?