The coven leader Michael came to Oklahoma from Ireland about the same time my grandfather came over and the two forged a peaceful relationship. “Abe, as far as other supernaturals, I’m guessing they’ll have a few tricks up their sleeves. Patrick swears they only rely on their Pack for protection but we aren’t fools nor fool enough to believe it. I’m not sure what type he has with him, but he is known to travel with a banshee, and that still baffles us as to why. There will be at least one or two faeries with him, not the cute little Disney kind either, they can be very unpleasant and perfect spies. Fairies can’t break the barriers of witch’s spells so we are protected, however he can sneak one in the house disguised as a Pack member.” “What the what? A faerie can be disguised as a Pack member? How in hell can they do that?” He flung his head back a little overly dramatic but I’m sure it was too much for him to take in. “It depends on what kind he has with him, some have become extinct but there are still some very rare species out there. They’re like little tricky characters, some are good, but I can guarantee he doesn’t travel with the good ones. If he has captured one of the rarest then you can be sure they can only survive on the blood of a child. It’s complicated, to say the least.” I put the cell on the charger.
