I need to introduce him to more contemporary supernaturals, people he can relate to. It’s like socializing a puppy. I need to expose him to more than just what I deal with every day. I shouldn’t have kept him locked up in the condo for so long.
“What’s a pack Enforcer?” He was finally settled and realized I gave him a new fun tidbit to learn.
I was nothing if not a treasure trove of supernatural information, even defunct things many others didn’t know. I really enjoyed his curiosity. It had annoyed me when I first met him, but now, I appreciated it. He didn’t like not knowing, which was a positive in our world.
“It’s the title of the few wolves tough enough to beat the shit out of nearly any other wolf but don’t want to be Alphas. They’re not always called an enforcer because it puts a target on their back with the other wolves, but you know them when you see them. Sometimes, they’re the second in command, protecting the Alpha’s back. A lot of times, they work for people like the Tribunal werewolves or the werewolf councils, enforcing werewolf Law. I know you’ve heard of the councils. The biggest is here in North America and deals a lot with the human press and governments. They’re the public face of the supernatural world right now, while the Tribunal remains a more shadow entity in control. Well, a shadow entity to the humans.”
“There’s so much to remember,” he said, sighing. “Tribunal, werewolf councils, the fae clans, courts, and nobles. I’m amazed humanity hasn’t discovered all of you yet with the internet, pictures, and all the other modern technology.”
“That’s because we have our grubby hands in all the pots. Supernaturals work at human research facilities, making sure research never exposes us. We have a Tribunal-run organization that helps keep magical creatures out of sight since humanity tends to kill anything special or different. They’re always looking for people to help, though. We have breakouts, and new creatures pop up all the time.”
“And you didn’t take that job? It could have been a hell of a lot safer than the one you currently have.”
“Ha, that’s funny.” The magical creatures were not safer than supernatural people.
“Ah.”
The conversation died off as he realized there were magical creatures out there a lot more dangerous than anything we were dealing with. It was interesting to think about. Out in the desert, there were a few interesting creatures that showed up, ones that successfully evaded most of humanity for centuries. Many magical creatures were so rare, young supernaturals never encountered one, and most never saw fit to bring them up because they weren’t much of a threat to someone in the modern world. Animal attacks were rarer than murders. They happened, but most people didn’t worry, and that was the way everyone liked it.
But if someone was stupid enough to go looking for them…well, that ended up being bad news for most parties involved.
“Have you ever seen any?”
The conversation has been dead for ten minutes, Raph. How long have you been thinking about asking that?
I glanced at him and opened my mouth to answer him when a loud buzz distracted both of us. He grabbed my cellphone and told me what it was before I could ask.
“It’s coordinates. Hasan says good luck.”
“Punch them in,” I ordered. A minute later, the screen on my dash had the route I needed to get to Levi.
19
Chapter Nineteen
It was pushing mid-day when I parked the car three blocks from where the witches tracked Levi to. I didn’t know exactly where he was hiding yet, but from the look of the area, it was probably a warehouse or office building—hopefully abandoned. The last thing I needed was to have to call in cleanup for a bunch of dead humans. We were near the airport, which was already a bit of a hotbed for activity. If my recent luck had any say, it would already be ugly when I found Levi.
“Why are we stopping here?”
“Look how bad the storm is. There’s rain, hail, strong winds—”
“And you want us to walk through it,” Raphael said, leaning to look out of the front windshield. “Really?”
“If we drive right up, he’s going to see us coming. Look how many cars are on the road, Raphael. There’s not a lot of traffic. Now, look at my car. We stand out like a sore thumb. We need to sneak up on him. We can’t park at the door