Panic in Detroit

I was perfectly happy being perfectly human, thank you very much.

Bryce and Sebastian were always the special ones, and that was just fine with me.
I never needed or wanted to be different. What happened in that warehouse was just a fluke.
Certainly nothing to be concerned about.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

So then, why is my family freaking out on me? Why is everything I touch suddenly exploding? Why has every supernatural being in a fifty mile radius suddenly decided to throw a rave in downtown Detroit?

As if I didn't already hate Halloween enough, now I have to deal with this sh*t?

If I survive tonight, I have seriously got to start rethinking my priorities.