A sharpshooting sheriff who hates to shoot and a prickly witch who hates to be seen are the only things standing between a magical herd and extinction. But as a lynch mob gathers and ancient Wiccan laws close in, their slow-burn bond threatens to ignite a conflict that could unravel the very forest protecting them.
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Goose squinted up at the dense canopy, the way the last strands of daylight strained through the Thornwood leaves. The forest felt different tonight, not just in its usual whispering way but like it was holding its breath, waiting. She shifted her weight, ankles aching against the stubbornly rocky path, and wished she'd stretched earlier. Again
Nov 1, 2026
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Goose crouched at the edge of the clearing, eyes narrowed on the shimmering shape beneath the ancient oaks. The magical mare—if it was indeed real—blinked slowly, its coat glinting with a silver sheen that made Goose’s heart hammer like a wild drum. She’d been chasing whispers of these creatures for years, yet every lead had ended in disappointment. Until now
Nov 1, 2026
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