Oliver stared around at the people gathered, still not believing they were all meeting in a church. How was this even slightly acceptable? Vampires, shifters, and witches inside a place of worship? It just seemed so… so…
He sighed. He wasn’t sure what it seemed like, honestly, but it still felt weird as hell. Places of worship just seemed like they’d be off-limits to the paranormal world. However, Father Dorsey Garity seemed perfectly fine with the supernatural beings sprawled around his small community church. It baffled Oliver’s mind how the middle-aged man even knew about the paranormal world. The preacher was a slender man with short, dark hair and a leathery exterior. There was nothing soft about him, as Oliver would have assumed with a minister. The man lived his life behind a pulp
