The visit to La Push went better than Evelyn thought it would. The one thing that was on her mind on the drive back home was Paul. She felt as if there was something about him, something almost like magic.

As much as she hates always being in tuned to nature, it has its perks. Being able to sense magic in another comes in handy. It helps to distinguish between who is a threat and who is a friend. But even then it is not easy. Magic isn't an exact science.

Something was different about Forks, Washington. It was almost as if it called to them to settle in the town. Maybe she was over thinking it.

"Are you thinking about him?" Seylah asked breaking Evelyn out of her thoughts. She knew exactly who she was talking about.

Evelyn looked at her best friend, with a neutral expression, "What? No? Who?" she played dumb knowing full well that Seylah would tease her about her new attraction to hot, shirtless Paul.

Seylah knew her friend too well, they grew up together and live together, there was nothing that they could keep from each other.

"Don't play dumb, Eve." Seylah smirked cheekily. "You were practically drooling over Paul just like he was drooling over you."

"There was no drooling and you're one to talk, you were drooling and making googly eyes at Embry." Evelyn commented back as she turned her eyes back to the road.

"Evelyn, you know that you don't have to do everything your mother tells you to do. We are teenagers! We are natural born rebels, we are rebel witches. Oh, that can be a cool thing to put on a t-shirt." Seylah rambled as she dug through her bag looking for her grimoire.

As much as Seylah was right about her not always having to do everything her mother wants her to do but as the daughter of the High Priestess, she is seen in a different light than the others. Evelyn might take her mothers place as High Priestess when her mother decides to step down and pick a successor.

Evelyn shook her head as she laughed before looking over at Seylah. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for my grimoire." Seylah smiled softly as she continued to rifle through her bag.

"Sey, you know the rules. No using magic in public if it is not necessary." She reminded her friend. The last thing the coven needed was to move again due to one of them using magic in public.

No use of magic in public was their most important rule and also the cause for their most recent move, well part of the reason. If humans knew about magic and witches, it would possibly be the end of their kind. Her mother says that it would be like the Salem witch trials all over again but ten times worse.

"I'm not going to do magic. I want to leave a note in it to create a spell to enchant clothes." Her voice a bit louder than it was a few minutes ago.

It didn't take long for the girls to get back home, pulling up to the house, she noticed not only her mothers car but the only car that caught her attention was a faded red/orange truck that was parked where her car once was.

Evelyn parked the car and didn't waste any time exiting the car before making her way to the house. "Who do you think owns the truck?" Seylah asked as she walked behind Evelyn climbing the steps of the house. Evelyn didn't answer due mostly due to her own curiosity but also the unknown feeling that was causing her feel a bit uneasy. A feeling that she felt once before back in their old home before their recent departure. Feeling an unfamiliar presence becoming stronger as she got closer to the house, Evelyn stopped, extending her right arm out to stop Seylah in her tracks. "Do you sense that?"

Looking at Evelyn and then around the porch, Seylah shook her head, "Sense what?" Seylah asked just as Evelyn pushed open the door and ran inside. "Mom!"

Before she had a chance to call out for her mom again, she saw her mother slowly make her way out of the parlor. "Whose truck is out front? And why are you home so early?"

"The Coven is themselves known to the other supernatural creatures that occupy Forks." Margaret spoke softly. "I lied to you when I said that I was going to be in Port Angeles all day. I was inviting our guests to have a sit down with the coven."

Evelyn knew that her mother would often do things without telling the coven first, she was the High Priestess, she had authority over them. Normally she would call a 'family' meeting so opinions and reasons of concern could be voiced.

"What other supernatural creatures?" Evelyn asked looking at her mother as she thought who the coven was about to meet. Evelyn didn't wait for her mother to answer before walking into the parlor. Her eyes landed on eight individuals, seven of which were giving her uneasy feeling.

"The truck belongs to Isabella Swan." A voice said before stopping to stand next to Evelyn. Turning her head, Evelyn noticed that Seylah was next to her with a piece of paper.

"You went through my truck?" a voice questioned.

"It was unlocked on and on our property." Seylah told the girl who had to be Isabella.

"I'm guessing you're Isabella?" Evelyn asked the girl as she grabbed the paper from Seylah and handing it to her. "I'm Evelyn and I'm sorry for Seylah. She has a mind of her own."

"It's Bella and it's okay." Bella said as she grabbed the paper from her.

It wasn't long before the rest of the coven made an appearance. "Not even a week in town and you're already inviting the leeches into our home, Margaret." A woman with long black hair snipped.

"They mean us no harm and if you think about it, this is their home and we are taking the initiative by inviting them into our home to show that we mean them no harm." Margaret spoke loud enough for the rest of the coven to hear. Margaret Proctor is what can be described as a peace keeper. As High Priestess of her Coven, she not only has to make the hard decisions for the coven as well as keeping the peace between everyone.

"Ladies, meet the Cullens." Margaret said softly. She started to introduce the coven to the Cullens. "And Bella, Edward's girlfriend."

Before anyone could interject, the coven's attention was directed to the noise of wind chimes just outside the house. "Expecting anymore guests?" A voice questioned.

"The wolves." Margaret said as she walked outside to meet the pack before they got to close to the house and set off the protective charms around the house.

"Vampires and mutts. She going to invite the Volturi into our home next?" A voice sneered.

"That's enough Dru!" Evelyn snapped at Drusilla Sanford.

Drusilla Sanford, the oldest of the Sanford Sisters. Bitter doesn't begin to describe the woman. Hailing from a long line of witches dating back to the Salem Witch Trials. The Sanfords (mostly Drusilla) still angered that her ancestor, Verena Sanford lost her chance to be High Priestess of the coven and turning the coven over to the Proctors in 1717. Drusilla believes that she or sisters are the rightful leaders of the coven.

Beatrix, Lana and Sabina Sanford could care less about who is High Priestess. They are just glad they have a coven, a witch without a coven is a dead witch.

It wasn't long before Margaret entered the house, a pack of young men and a woman with copper skin followed after her. Margaret made her way back to the parlor, "As explained in the letters that I sent to you, the Triple Moon Coven wanted to introduce ourselves and state that we will abide by your laws so long you abide by ours."

"You couldn't just put that in the letter?" The copper skinned woman questioned.

"Leah!" One of the men snapped at the woman. He must have been the alpha of the pack.

"It's okay Sam. And as old fashion as I might be, a good old fashioned meeting face to face is more personal." Margaret spoke. Margaret knew the opposition of some of their guest was to expected. "After all, the treaty between Quileutes and the Cullens proved quite advantageous. All we ask is an alliance of sorts, that we can practice our craft with little to no interference."

"How do we know that you won't use your powers on us?" One of the members of the pack asked.

"You don't. Witches are servants of nature therefore our duty above anything else is to protect the balance of nature. For some of us, we can't turn on and off our powers. My son James for example is an empath, not only can he feel what others are feeling but he can also make others feel a wide range of emotions as well." Margaret explained.

"Kinda like Jasper." Edward chimed in.

"Yes." Margaret nodded softly "Our powers are tied with our emotions which can be quite disastrous."

Witches receive their magical power as a result of heredity. After Salem, some witches chose to stop practicing witchcraft not only to ensure their safety but the safety of their offspring. The witches who chose to continue practicing witchcraft, went into hiding, practicing their craft behind the safety of their own home. Over the years, their numbers have dwindled mostly due to hunters and vampires.

Through biological means, witches possess an inherent power source which they intuitively draw upon to channel magic. Witches are distinguished from mortals because of a genetic trait which seemingly grants them their innate magical ability. Natural Born witches is a term used in the Wiccan community to refer those descended from a witch predating time or was born to a witch or someone who has witch blood. Natural Born witches tend to be stronger than those that are born without witch blood in their system or descended from a witch. There aren't many natural born witches left due to vampires hunting them near extinction.

While a witch's individual magic is strong and strengthens with training and practice, the collective magic formed by circles is shown to be extremely powerful. A witch's magical powers may also be stripped, rendering them mortal. A witch's powers being stripped is based on three things: the witch's choice to live a normal life as mortal, if they are a danger to themselves or others or if they have broken the rules of the Wiccan Rede. Power stripping due to breaking the rede is very rare and rarely happens.

"Having vampires and a pack of shapeshifters know of our existence, especially a human, goes against our Wiccan Rede set in place over three hundred years ago but we have decided that we are done hiding, of being afraid." A voice spoke as they made their way over to Margaret. It was none other Elizabeth Proctor, Margaret's mother and Evelyn's grandmother. Elizabeth was once High Priestess of the coven before she decided to step down and let Margaret take her place.

Hearing that there was a human in the house enraged Drusilla causing the windows and doors to repeatedly slam open and close which caused the newcomers to be thrown off guard.

"It's bad enough you invite a bunch of vampires into our home but a human! The Council will have our heads if they discover we exposed ourselves to a human!" Drusilla snapped.

"Evelyn..." Margaret called which Evelyn nodded as she walked off. It wasn't long before Evelyn returned moving over to Drusilla and blowing a purple powder in her face. The second Drusilla inhaled the powder, she passed out. Beatrix and Lana caught their sister as she collapsed. Using their telekinesis, they took Drusilla upstairs to rest.

"My apologies. Some of the girls have trust issues when it comes to vampires as well as humans." Margaret explained. Extending her arm, she began closing the windows in the parlor.

For the rest of the day, Margaret continued with her speech for peace. Once she was done, she allowed them to stay and insisted that they were welcome back anytime they wanted to visit.

All Margaret wanted was to live in peace, out in the open. She had spent her whole life in hiding as well as her children and all she wants is to stop living in fear and fight the forces that wish to see them harm. And maybe instead of fearing all vampires, trusting the ones that wish to help is their best chance at survival.

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Finally an update! So sorry it took so long to update but I hope you like this. As of right now, the book takes place in between New Moon and Eclipse.