The Hunter Association headquarters was chaos.
Aiden stood outside the main entrance with Callum, staring at the mass of people crammed into the plaza. Hundreds of them, maybe thousands, all pressed together in a crowd that spilled out onto the street and blocked traffic in both directions. Police barriers had been set up to try and maintain some kind of order, but they were barely holding against the sheer number of bodies.
Most of them were young. Eighteen years old or close to it, faces pale with nervousness or flushed with excitement or blank with the kind of shock that came from having your entire life upended in seventy hours.
"Bloody hell," Callum muttered, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. "How are they going to process all these people?"
