The Kane estate looked like a supernatural United Nations meeting.
I counted license plates from twelve different states as we drove up the winding driveway. Cars with diplomatic flags. Motorcycles with Canadian plates. A limousine that screamed "old money European." And in the shadows between the oak trees, figures that moved too gracefully to be entirely human.
"How many?" Alexander asked, his enhanced senses already cataloging scents and sounds I couldn't detect.
"Forty-three different supernatural signatures," I said, my Luna abilities picking up the complex web of non-human energy. "Maybe more. Some are masking themselves."
"Species?"
"Werewolves, obviously. But also..." I paused, focusing on the unfamiliar presences. "Vampires. At least three covens. Something that feels like witches. And something else I can't identify."
"Something else?"
"Old. Really old. And not entirely of this world."
