The war room smelled like coffee, tension, and the lingering ozone from too many supernatural beings packed into one space.
Seraphina stood at the head of a table that had been built for corporate board meetings, not military planning. Maps of London covered every surface, marked with colored pins that represented everything from alliance positions to probable enemy staging areas. Around the table sat the most unlikely collection of military commanders in supernatural history.
"Right," Marcus said, spreading the latest reconnaissance photos across the mahogany surface. "Here's what we know for certain."
