The Supernatural Council of the Pacific Northwest didn’t thoroughly think out the consequences when we decided to come out of the supernatural closet. Heaven is pissed. Hell is not respecting our treaty. The mundanes are protesting our existence.
Add insult to serious injury. Supes are going missing. Powerful supes. I’m not sure if it’s Heaven, Hell, the protestors, or fanatics wanting their personal non-fictional monster in their closet.
The cops are breathing down my neck because they think I have something to do with it all.
Oh, and the Baba Yaga isn’t a myth. It’s a powerful coven and they want me to join them.
Did I mention my full-blood fae siblings are counting the hours until my second puberty is complete so they can kill me and daddy Oberon says I have to make my own faerie to stop them?
Who has time for that?
