For generations, my family has hunted witches, claiming to protect the world from their dark magic. I was born to follow in their footsteps—the next in line to carry on the legacy. But I am not like them. I hear the trees whisper in song, and I feel the wind pulse with energy through my veins. Does that make me a sinner, instead of a savior? Lately, I’m not sure what’s right anymore—or if I’ve been standing on the wrong side all along. And now, this wedding I never asked for, this life carved out for me like a cage. What will become of me if I keep walking this path? Will they burn me? Or will I finally learn to live?