James Henderson was once a proud cop. A detective. A husband and father. But then the world of magic came tearing into his world and that life ended. Now five years on he's a hunter. Tasked with tracking down rogue witches and wizards for the Illuminati. It's not the job he dreamed of. It's not the life he loved. His co-workers don't respect him. He's forever in trouble with his bosses. They even tried to take away his Sig and give him a magical toy gun But it's a job and he's good at it. Then the banshee entered his life, and his world was turned upside down once again. Suddenly he had a whole new problem to deal with. And an unexpected question to answer. Was he the hunter? Or the hunted?