Black robed figures circled us in the sky, some hovering in place, others swooping in a pattern above. Three landed, their power gently parting the top of the dome. Odette panted her way to her feet, rage out of control even as one of the figures swept back his hood.

"You are ordered," he said, deep voice full of power as his light brown eyes swept over us, "to cease and desist all hostilities by order of the North American High Council of Witches."

Enforcers. Had to ...