He felt bone-weary, humanly tired in a way that clawed past the strength of his wolf, the exhaustion settling into his very marrow as he stumbled out of the airport. All he wanted was a bed, soft, silent, and far away from everything, but jetlag was a luxury he could not afford. Instead, he hailed a cab and told the driver to take him to the busiest bar a few streets away.

It wasn’t just any bar. This place was a circus of the supernatural, a powder keg disguised by neon lights and thick smoke. Humans with glazed eyes, vampires nursing red-tinged glasses, witches laughing too loud, rogue werewolves with...