The balding male librarian behind the checkout desk at the public library backed away when he saw me come in. He ran into a cart full of books behind him, spilling most of them to the floor, and dropped the book in his hand. His wide eyes scanned my red hair, which still had bits of glass in it, and the three tattoo that I was no longer hiding underneath my clothes.

Everyone needed to see it, whether they were Sorceress, human, or werewolf. They needed to see the Trammeler ...