She sees the color of your fear. She can smell the scent of your pain. She knows all your secrets… What could be more terrifying and inhuman than ritual murders? Or maybe they aren’t ritual…
At FBI agent Mercy Kilpatrick’s disposal is her own secret hideout—a small house in the Oregon wilderness. Here she can be herself and rest from people and work. But one cold winter night, her seclusion turns to dust. A little girl runs out of the woods straight to Mercy’s shelter. The child is desperate—her grandmother is bleeding out. Together they run through the forest, and there, in a cabin among the trees, the agent finds an old woman stabbed to the bone. As she dies, she whispers spells in an unknown language.
It’s her—she’s the one everyone in the area calls a witch…