New Haven hit like sensory overload after a month in the wilderness.

We arrived just before dawn, when the city was caught between night creatures heading home, early risers starting their day.

The skyline glittered with glass, steel towers that dwarfed anything I'd seen in Millbrook, the streets thrummed with an energy that made my enhanced senses ache.

It was the supernatural presence that truly staggered me.

"There are so many," I whispered, my expanded awareness picking up dozens. no, hundreds, of wolf signatures scattered throughout the city.

Some were concentrated in obvious pack territories. Others moved alone or in small groups, threading through the human population like sharks through...