Grayson
The first tactical team through the medical wing doors stopped dead in their tracks when they saw what was waiting for them. Grayson felt their shock through his enhanced senses—the scent of confusion and growing fear as trained military operators tried to process what they were witnessing.
Hope lay peacefully in her mother’s arms, but the air around them shimmered with an almost invisible barrier that made looking at the baby feel like staring through water. At the center of the medical wing, all the people the tactical team had come to capture stood within a protective dome of silvery light that bent and warped around them.
“Target acquired,” the team leader said into his radio, raising a device that looked like a cross between a tablet and a weapon. “Multiple supernatural sub
