The meeting house had never looked quite so much like a supernatural refugee processing center, which was probably because they'd never had to process quite so many supernatural refugees before. Daisy watched as Julie orchestrated the controlled chaos with clipboard-wielding efficiency, somehow managing to make "supernatural crisis management" look like a perfectly reasonable career choice.
Eddie and Dominic flanked the entrance with the kind of casual deadliness that suggested anyone looking for trouble would find several lifetimes' worth of regret. Alex prowled the perimeter, his movements carrying that liquid grace that reminded everyone why leopard shifters made the best security forces. All three warriors maintained that careful balance of protective presence without overt threat—exa
