Pixie Problems by Dusty Rose

I’m a pixie.
If there was a level zero of supernaturals, I’d be in the sub-basement level.
I’m not particularly strong or fast or crazy smart, and my pixie magic is limited to little things that any basic human street magician can do.
Which means that pack of coyote shifters that’s hunting me? Yeah, I’m gonna need help with them.
I do the only sane thing I can do. I flee to Moonhaven Cove, and beg help from the local PNW council and the town’s sheriff. Which seemed like such a well thought-out plan . . . until the council lets Hux and his creepy pack of coyotes in.