POV: Isla Reid
Location: East End, Whitechapel
Time: Three Days After Eviction
I've been walking for hours. My backpack holds everything I still own. Three changes of clothes, my nursing certification that's useless now, and forty-three pounds in cash. That's what's left after paying Mum's care home for one more month.
The East End looks different at night. Grittier. Darker. The Veil's thinner here, like the barrier between human and supernatural London is wearing away from overuse. Humans hurry past with their eyes down, sensing danger even if they can't identify it. They know not to linger in these streets after dark.
I know where I'm going even though I've never been here before. Marcus mentioned the Rookeries when I tracked him down after the attack. Said it's where packless wolve
