Being the only recognised mage in a city of over 160,000 souls is a daunting task. Especially with tribes Werewolves to the left of me and scores of Vampires to the right.
I've been tasked with keeping the fragile peace, here in this little corner of the world. All while a cold war is settling in 'tween the Anarch state and the Mages in Auckland, while negotiations are undertaken in Wellington.
The powers that be hope for what'll amount to the second actual Treaty of Waitangi. Where the Land of the Long White Cloud doesn't become soaked in the blood of the innocent.
Where I have to keep the peace alone 'tween two superpowers in a situation that looks to be going from cold to explosive any moment.
This isn't going to be pretty…