“That’s already getting old,” I mutter grumpily.
Why couldn’t I have been a supernatural that is common, or at least common enough that we know most of the information about it? Like areaper, I could have been a reaper. I would have been mad that they’re all dicks, but I would have been happy to be the same as Raiden.
Oh, or a shifter, of any kind, I would have loved that. I like the idea of shifting into some kind of animal. Let's face it, I would have been happy to be anything that was known, and that even I could be like, oh yeah, they’re really good at biting, or flying, or combat, or spells, or hell, anything.
But no, instead, I’m an almost extinct species of supernatural that we have no correct information on, and that possibly no one has ever had any accurate information on. Those books that were written wrong were not just old but extremely old, and it makes me wonder if there has ever been any actual knowledge on angels, or if it has always been fake.
The person to ask about it all would be my mother, but there’s an impenetrable realm gate between us, and not only that, but there is a very good chance that she’s dead.
I don’t want to say it out loud, hell, I don’t even want to think it, but she’s been in Trieneliea, effectively fighting a war by herself, having sent all of her strongest supernaturals to the Earth Realm with the people that she could evacuate.
She’s strong, I know that just from the little information that I have about her, and I know that she still had the armies with her, and she had Wynonna as well, and from what I can tell, she kicks fucking ass. I would love to meet her. I’d love to meet both of them, and it makes me sad to think that the probability of that happening is pretty much zero.
Still, even with all of that, it’s a lot to keep a realm going and not to die.
I really fucking hope she’s not dead.
“Neith?” Reed questions.
I snap out of my thoughts to find the guys all watching me closely.
“Sorry, I got lost in my mind for a moment,” I tell them honestly.
Raiden nods, “We’ll figure it out, and we will get you the answers that you need.”
I smile, “I know we will. It would just be easier if I were a supernatural that we all knew about.”
Coen shrugs, “Yeah, it would, but where’s the fun in that?”
I grin. “Normal is boring.”
“There’s my girl,” Coen smiles.
“Come on, let’s go play with your fire and see what it can do,” River suggests, bouncing up out of his seat.
“I’m going to go to the library and get started on these,” Raiden says, nodding to the pile of books from the Elders.
Griff glances at him, “Do you mind if I come with you? I’ll stay out of your way. There’s just a couple of things that I want to look into.”
Raiden smiles, “Of course, I don’t mind.”
River looks at Reed, “As much as I would like to come with you, I need to get a workout in before dinner. I’m feeling twitchy.”
“Fair enough,” River says.
“I’ve got to go over some paperwork and prepare for the upcoming wolves case,” Van says as he stands up with the others.
“I’m going to go over the case file my assistants put together on the autopsy of the hybrid, and see if I can find any correlation between what we know already,” Doc says with a smile that tells me that he truly loves his job.
“I really need to figure this ward thing out,” Ransom says.
“Coen?” River asks, looking expectantly at him.
Coen grins, “Yeah, I’ll come and play with fire with you. Just give me a sec, I need to talk to Ransom. I’ll catch up.”
I grin, “Alright, see you out there.”
“Can you two at least do it by the kelpie lake or swimming hole so you don’t set the whole of the forest on fire?” Evander says, “River, your fire is pretty unpredictable anyway, and we know that Neith’s is too.”
