Chapter 342

ZADE

I stood in Xenois's armory, running through weapons inventory with Rivers while trying not to think too hard about the fact that we were about to assault a fortified nightwalker nest to rescue two elderly werewolves from a revenge-motivated coalition.

Just another Tuesday in the absolute chaos that had become my life.

"Silver-jacketed rounds," Rivers said, checking off items on his tablet. "Blessed by three different religious traditions because apparently we're not taking chances. UV grenades for nightwalkers. Iron shavings for fae. Spelled binding ropes courtesy of Lynn. And enough medical supplies to run a field hospital."

"We're either extremely prepared or wildly overcompensating," I observed.

"Can't...