Portia didn't. "Yes," she admitted. "Among other things. Vamps and wolves might be able to be together but having children together represents a whole host of problems no one is ready for yet." She toyed with the rim of her glass. "Though I know a woman. Orofher, actually, who had a hybrid child. She had good friends in high places, though, and with the help of some powerful folks, she and her baby are safe."
Dread settled in my stomach. "Where's her mate?"
"Dead, I'm afraid." Upon seeing my face she shook her head. "No. Not because of that. Though that could have been the outcome had they found out before they could be sequestered in a safe place. He died during the war. She's a wonderful person, and I hope she's able to come back here soon."
"When you say soon, what exactly does that mean?"
She shut her eyes for a moment and sighed. "As you already know, time doesn't run the same for supernaturals as it does for mortals. Soon could mean anything from years to centuries."
"So, we're screwed is what you're saying? Maybe Sterling had the right idea," I mumbled.
"No, he didn't. Listen, Maron, there's still hope. I have a feeling something is going to happen soon. Sometimes all it takes is an inciting incident to make someone come around."
I stilled. "That doesn't sound good."
Portia stood and patted my hand. "Why don't you go out tonight? On my dime. I want you to meet some ladies. I think you'll get along swimmingly. They're going to fill you in on some things. Not about Sterling." She pointed upwards. "That storm up there? They know about it." Portia frowned. "Well, as much as any one of us knows about it. All of us are trying to stop it." She rattled off an address of a local pub. "Be there at 7. They're expecting you." With that cryptic message, she let herself out.
What if I didn't want to go out?
That damned woman didn't really answer anything about Sterling and our mixed species problem other than that people were trying to fix it. In the human world, that meant it was on someone's desk buried underneath twelve pounds of other paperwork. In the immortal world, it was probably in the trash somewhere, possibly set on fire.
