There was one in each generation.

Destined to leave their home, their coven, their way of life.

To fulfill the age-old treaty with the demons.

A Sacrifice.

We spoke of their fates in hushed whispers around open fires like ghost stories, conjuring tales, each more horrifying than the last.

I never thought I would become her.

The Sacrifice.

Ripped from everything I had known, thrown into a dark and uncertain world, my life in the hands of its purest evil.

Nothing could have prepared me for the truth.

Or the growing warmth I felt toward one of my captors.

But the questions remained:

What did they want from me?

What would happen to me once they took it?

What price was I willing to pay?

And what would I be willing to sacrifice to hold onto a love I never saw coming?