Eleanor Thedwick, High Witch of the New York Area and Chief Investigator for the Bureau of Suspicious Paranormal Activity, was downing ridiculous amounts of coffee to quell anxiety. Not that it worked.
The War had supposedly been over for generations, but everyone in the Bureau knew it wasn't true. It had merely gone cold and underground, but was nonetheless deadly. They sabotaged elections, spread false information, set up fake attacks, and now they hit a blow at the most sacred thing - the mate bound.
At least that could be assumed. All sorts of abnormalities were appearing, either breaking already strong bounds or causing a Para to have more than one mate. This was clearly done through a mix of bio weaponry and magic. Her mission now was to study these cases in order to identify exactly how it was done and who exactly the enemy was.
The Vampires were nearly always scapegoated, but it seemed more complex. She had spent the early hours of the morning drawing connections between Alphas and Coven Leaders and exiled Witches and even a few power hungry humans in the know. She knew that something similar was occurring in the human world and she was certain it was for the same motives.
The phone started to ring. She dug into her pocket and mindlessly answered.
"Hello! It's me, your nephew Vince." His voice sounded shaky and mildly traumatized.
"What is it?" She was feeling a little exasperated. She loved her adoptive nephew but with his continual scrapes and scheming he seemed to be perpetually in danger.
"They revolted because of Alex. Apparently because I turned him I am responsible for him once he was out of my care."
"Dear, I have told you a million times about keeping a low profile." She ran her fingers through her hair. Why did he never listen? He was the only family she had. She might look 25, but she was nearly a hundred. A half century with no one but her duties as High Witch and Investigator had been enough.
It wasn't her fault or his fault that she had been cursed to not have a partner or children of her own. But damn it if she didn't protect the closest thing she had to a child.
