She wanted him back.
Something else answered.

Wendy has always been the girl at the edge of the room — too quiet, too strange, too easy to overlook. So when she finds the old rites hidden in her late grandmother's things, she does the one reckless thing a fledgling sorceress should never do: she reaches for the boy she can't stop thinking about, and she calls him to her.

He comes.

But the boy who walks back into Wendy's life died the night before her spell was cast, and the thing that answered her isn't love — it's Bellus, a hunger as old as the ground the campus was built on, wearing a dead boy's smile and learning, hour by hour, to pass for human. What Wendy summoned in loneliness she now has to unmake in blood, before it finishes what it came back to do. Her only hope is the one relic her grandmother warned her never to open: the Sanctum. And opening it may cost her everyone she was trying not to lose.

The Campus Witch is a horror feature about the oldest, most dangerous spell of all — the one you cast because you were lonely — and the price of getting exactly what you asked for.