Three weeks without demon attacks and honestly I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop because peace didn't stick around in my experience, except apparently when you had six months before the next apocalypse you were supposed to use that time for things like training and research and pretending life was normal.
Normal. Right. Because living with four mates in a pack house full of supernatural creatures while hunting a three-hundred-year-old witch who'd summoned a demon was totally normal.
Training with Morgana had shifted from emergency magic control to actually understanding what hybrid power could do when I wasn't panicking, which turned out was a lot more than breaking crystals and accidentally vaporizing things.
