I leaned against the wall, watching them wrestle while our prisoner stared, bewildered. Sometimes I questioned my life choices. Five centuries, and here I was, supervising what essentially amounted to supernatural children. White had promised me a professional operation when she’d offered me Killigrew Street. Instead, I had a hyperactive wolf with inappropriate jokes, his grumpy brother, a tech genius getting sassier by the minute, and a Gifted witch operating on tea and sarcasm. And yet… they were mine. My ridiculous, dysfunctional family.
