Octavia swooped lower, screeching in response to the private jet roaring over her head. Her eyes roved the horizon, taking in every nuisance, noting each movement and individual—human or animal. She knew he was here, searching just as she was.
Tongson held the answer or the questions. The powers-that-be refused to say which.
“Damn you Spirit Bear,” she screeched as another larger jet screamed over head. “Why is this place of noise and large objects trying to imitate my brethren so blasted important?”
Flaying her wings against the upward drafts and currents threatening to carry her away from her intended goal, Tavia scanned the humans stand closer to the largest building. Air travel fascinates non-shifters and those of the four legged shifter types. To her, it was as much part of who she was as who she wasn't. Neither fully human nor avian, Tavia, high priestess of the Owl Clan, knew each side of her duality contained dark and light aspects.
Tongson understood. As clan leader of the Bear elders, he wielded magic and power few knew existed. True half-breeds lived. Dual natures worked together, honing their senses and strengths until where one stopped or the other started only the spirits and powers-that-be knew.
Tongson’s unusual triplicate nature fascinated too many to allow him safety except when he could hide his magic. One-quarter Native American, one-quarter Japanese, and half shapeshifter made him stand out if his magical signature and essence went unchecked. Only the darkest of magical beings or those that sought supremacy dared to come after him. Now a new terror threatened their tribal hierarchy. A menace hunted them and those that they protected. What madness, greed and covetousness created.
Closest to the building that housed sleeping humans, she spotted him. Arcing higher, she screeched in a code only those of the clan priesthoods understood. Tucking her wings tighter to her body, Tavia dove aiming for Spirit Bear, praying her message reached him before he moved out of range.