They weren’t just for werewolves any more. London drew her weapon. With as much stealth as she possessed she dodged through the trees and came upon the temple from a wide angle. The Glamour did a good job hiding it. The building looked like English ivy had completely overgrown the place, dipping in and out of windows, curling around the pillars. Wrapping the entire building utterly until not a bit of it showed past the foliage. And yet, when the breeze blew the trees, the ivy did not blow with it. It remained fixed. So the longer she watched it, the more her eyes grew accustomed to defining the shape of it against the movement of the real greenery around the illusion. In her peripheral vision London kept tabs on the two human teams coming up the hill from either side. Joe paced her on her left, close enough to easily reach out and brush against his arm. She kept two hands on her pistol with the muzzle aimed down. London sprinted to keep up with Joe’s longer strides, while remaining bent low.
