The building smelled strongly of sage and vanilla, a rather odd combination for a religious service...But I thought I also detected a faint wet dog aroma...permeating everything. Wasn't sure what caused it.

The reverend, a gnome-like man with glasses, wore a traditional robe and stoll (Come to think of it, pants hadn't been invented in the time when most the major world religions came out).

A gold Star of David hung from a chain around his neck. Kind of odd, considering the Catholic style architecture of the building. Of course, I didn't see any crosses on the walls or anything, just statues of bearded guys in robes, vaguely reminding me of Joseph or Moses, but hairier. Another one of those parallel universe differences, I guess.

He scowled at me. "Excuse me? What is all this?"

I could see enough through the veil to read Quinn's embarrassment. Ironic what people can get embarrassed about. "Uh...twin brother of my best man. It's fine."

"I saw flashing lights, and people flying through the air."

Quinn coughed. "Uh...shame on you, Remmy! This is a wedding, not a circus! Save your light show and performances until after the ceremony!"

"Oh yeah. My bad. Sorry I interrupted." I quickly found an open pew and sat down, making frantic gestures to my companions, that they should get seated too. They humored me.

Very strange service. They had werewolves in their bible. Well, in the wedding at Cana, at any rate. I don't know where else they popped up, but...freaking weird.

This, coupled with the crossdressing, and I couldn't help but wonder if we'd just slid into some Candid Camera filming location...But then again, every time I slide into a parallel world, it seems like a joke, until it stops being funny.

I glanced back at Diana and the others, and they seemed to be thinking the same thing. We all looked around for crosses, or sculptures of super hairy Bible people, but they seemed to have a prohibition against non-abstract religious imagery...and the Star of David seemed to be the symbol of the church.

The reverend started reading a passage from 3 Corinthians 13. I vaguely recalled a pastor telling me that Paul's first letter to the Corinthians got lost to history, and 1 Corinthians was actually his second letter...so the little guy ended up reading us something heavier than intended. Had to flip back a few pages. Parallel world.

"Huh! Must be a full moon! My vision is off center!"

It disturbed me how many chuckles he got from that.

I glanced at Diana, but she only gave me a confused shrug.

Other than the unusual things I just mentioned, it seemed like a typical Protestant wedding, with the gender roles reversed. Quinn would be taking Wade's last name, for example, and they had a Bible verse about the man being submissive to the woman.

Someone from the pew behind me tapped me on the shoulder, passing me an unlabeled envelope. I glanced back, but the person, concealed by a hat, veil, and a baggy dress, had already rushed out of the pew and down the aisle to make a speedy escape.

I opened the envelope. A generic wedding card, but the scrawled handwriting inside bore a threat:

Not your turf. Your pack doesn't belong here. Leave town.

A silver bullet had been taped to the card, I guess to emphasize the point.

Quinn and Wade had gotten to the point of exchanging vows now, but I didn't have the patience to watch any more. I hissed to my traveling companions, indicating to follow me outside.

A seemingly ordinary church narthex, with all the frilly white trappings of a wedding...the only difference appearing to be a statue of Saint Joseph the hairy. It seemed the thing about religious iconography hadn't been an ironclad rule.

The stained glass windows around the front doors...fairly normal: Jesus baptized in the Jordan, a lot of Stars of David but no crosses. Jesus looked human, but...Asian. I suppose the religious pamphlets on display would have given us an explanation, but no time at the moment.

Maggie, Diana, Mallory, they all wanted to talk at once, but I hushed them. "Look, I don't know what the hell this..." I pointed to the statue. "Anything is around here, but if this isn't some elaborate practical joke, I just received a death threat."

I showed them the card.

Mallory scoffed. "C'mon! It's an elaborate joke! Check outside the door. There's probably a camera truck parked in front!"

I cracked the big oaken doors, but didn't see a camera truck.

Instead, I spotted three guys in pinstriped dresses marching up the stairs with assault rifles. One actually had hairy hands and a wolf face.

The moment I made eye contact, they opened fire.