Mixer 1

Christine

Pamela had her arm relaxing in the crook of mine as she joyfully skipped down the sidewalk, which was difficult for her to do since Sebastian had his arm snaked around my waist.

Today was the day of the massive mixer that would be held in town that was held as neutral ground for supernaturals to find mates. Many come from far and wide to attend such an event, trying to find their other half.

The streets were filled with lights, and many humans lay unknowing of the supernaturals that decorated the streets. The posters and flyers on power poles read, "Welcome fantasy writers and publishers," and that seemed to do the trick.

Humans stayed away from that mess of a crowd and did their own thing while the largest convention center was built by the Black Raven Coven. Supernaturals were the only ones allowed unless you were a human residing in the Coven with a special ID card. Every single person was checked at the door.

Upon waking the next day after Sebastian told me that the Ki