Six months after the global crisis, Manhattan looked like someone had rebuilt it with a completely different instruction manual.
I stood on the observation deck of the new Integration Council building, watching the morning rush hour flow through the streets below. But this wasn't the old New York rush hour. This was something the world had never seen before.
Human commuters walked alongside werewolves in business suits. Vampire couriers zipped between buildings using enhanced speed for same-day delivery services. Witch-run coffee shops advertised "mood enhancement lattes" next to traditional breakfast specials.
"Still can't believe it worked," Marcus said, joining me at the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"What worked?"
"All of it. The coexistence thing. Six months ago, people were lining up to kill each other. Now they're lining up for supernatural services."
