she’s responsible for the damage to the DuBuque Pack Den in France.” Not for the first time, he mentally ran through the list of Thaumaturgics he knew, but it was useless.
Unlike Shifters and Seers, the relationship between Thaumaturgics and Immortals wasn’t a strong one. For one, their numbers were significantly lower. There were only eight Erelim in existence, and although the number of Thaumaturgics were once on par with Seers, Joshua wouldn’t be surprised if only a few dozen existed now. For another, they didn’t need one another in the same way the Shifters and Seers did. Like the animals they transformed into under the full moon, Shifters needed a strong, central family unit. In a species predominantly made up of males, female Seers were the center of that family unit. Immortals, on the other hand, were solitary creatures. With the exception of Joshua, they preferred to be on their own, and most Thaumaturgics were secretive about their powers. They didn’t exactly invite each other over for dinner and a discussion of their supernatural lifestyle. Still, Joshua had managed to cross paths with a few over the years. Unfortunately, none of them controlled water.
“What are we doing?” he asked no one in particular.
“Officially, we’re looking into it and taking every possible measure to identify this person and bring her to justice,” Jase said around a mouthful of corndog.
“And unofficially?”
“Sending out a few of the Taxiarhos and hoping like hell they catch her before she hurts someone else,” Liam said. “And in the meantime, we’re keeping Maggie and Charlie at the Den until the day of the wedding. The European packs are out for Thaumaturgic blood.”
Joshua nodded, already checking the security at their home just outside of Lexington with his phone. The four hour drive might seem like a long way to go when you’re driving back to Timber to see your parents for the weekend, but for someone who had endured a thirteen hour flight, it was nothing, especially if they had vengeance on their mind. Being an old pro at vengeance, Joshua understood how the Kazan or Perry Pack might not care that Maggie’s power was over the earth or that she was a member of the Alpha Pack. To them, she would only be a Thaumaturgic, and therefore the enemy.
“Anything else I need to know about?” he asked once he felt certain the farm was locked down tight. While the Stratego didn’t have official assigned roles, they all had their particular skills and duties. Charlie was the building and grounds manager for the Den, Jase took care of public relations, and with his tech skills, Joshua was in charge of operations. If there was even the faintest whisper of trouble, he needed to know about it. “The Bowen Pack behaving themselves?”
Scout rolled her eyes. “Snarky and passive aggressive to the point I’m about to get physically aggressive, but for them, that’s pretty good.”
“Hank and Miriam get in yet?”
“They’ll be here by dark,” Liam said, picking up a burger, pulling up the bun, and grimacing at the yellow cheese stringing from the bread to the meat.
Joshua tossed the Alpha Male a cheeseless hamburger. “What are you not telling me?”
Scout plucked off a piece of a bun and rolled it into a ball. “I had conversation with a Seer from the Young Pack today,” she said. “She’s a Dream Walker. Said she’d been having a recurring vision she thought I needed to know about.”
Dream Walker was a term used for a broad spectrum of Seers. What they could See in dreams varied from where forgotten items could be found to glimpses of the future. No matter what their Sight, though, a recurring vision was something worth paying attention to.
“She said she Sees the Alpha Pack searching a mansion for something we’ve lost. We’re tearing through the place, tossing couches over, ripping holes in the wall, the works.” Scout ran a hand through her hair. “When we finally find it, it’s a
Unlike Shifters and Seers, the relationship between Thaumaturgics and Immortals wasn’t a strong one. For one, their numbers were significantly lower. There were only eight Erelim in existence, and although the number of Thaumaturgics were once on par with Seers, Joshua wouldn’t be surprised if only a few dozen existed now. For another, they didn’t need one another in the same way the Shifters and Seers did. Like the animals they transformed into under the full moon, Shifters needed a strong, central family unit. In a species predominantly made up of males, female Seers were the center of that family unit. Immortals, on the other hand, were solitary creatures. With the exception of Joshua, they preferred to be on their own, and most Thaumaturgics were secretive about their powers. They didn’t exactly invite each other over for dinner and a discussion of their supernatural lifestyle. Still, Joshua had managed to cross paths with a few over the years. Unfortunately, none of them controlled water.
“What are we doing?” he asked no one in particular.
“Officially, we’re looking into it and taking every possible measure to identify this person and bring her to justice,” Jase said around a mouthful of corndog.
“And unofficially?”
“Sending out a few of the Taxiarhos and hoping like hell they catch her before she hurts someone else,” Liam said. “And in the meantime, we’re keeping Maggie and Charlie at the Den until the day of the wedding. The European packs are out for Thaumaturgic blood.”
Joshua nodded, already checking the security at their home just outside of Lexington with his phone. The four hour drive might seem like a long way to go when you’re driving back to Timber to see your parents for the weekend, but for someone who had endured a thirteen hour flight, it was nothing, especially if they had vengeance on their mind. Being an old pro at vengeance, Joshua understood how the Kazan or Perry Pack might not care that Maggie’s power was over the earth or that she was a member of the Alpha Pack. To them, she would only be a Thaumaturgic, and therefore the enemy.
“Anything else I need to know about?” he asked once he felt certain the farm was locked down tight. While the Stratego didn’t have official assigned roles, they all had their particular skills and duties. Charlie was the building and grounds manager for the Den, Jase took care of public relations, and with his tech skills, Joshua was in charge of operations. If there was even the faintest whisper of trouble, he needed to know about it. “The Bowen Pack behaving themselves?”
Scout rolled her eyes. “Snarky and passive aggressive to the point I’m about to get physically aggressive, but for them, that’s pretty good.”
“Hank and Miriam get in yet?”
“They’ll be here by dark,” Liam said, picking up a burger, pulling up the bun, and grimacing at the yellow cheese stringing from the bread to the meat.
Joshua tossed the Alpha Male a cheeseless hamburger. “What are you not telling me?”
Scout plucked off a piece of a bun and rolled it into a ball. “I had conversation with a Seer from the Young Pack today,” she said. “She’s a Dream Walker. Said she’d been having a recurring vision she thought I needed to know about.”
Dream Walker was a term used for a broad spectrum of Seers. What they could See in dreams varied from where forgotten items could be found to glimpses of the future. No matter what their Sight, though, a recurring vision was something worth paying attention to.
“She said she Sees the Alpha Pack searching a mansion for something we’ve lost. We’re tearing through the place, tossing couches over, ripping holes in the wall, the works.” Scout ran a hand through her hair. “When we finally find it, it’s a
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