Games of the Gods (The Godhunter Series Book 39) by Amy Sumida

Author:Amy Sumida [Sumida, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Imaginary Worlds INC
Published: 2024-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning, I woke with the certainty that I was onto something with the beaver attacks. The trickster had sent us after a beaver god, and there couldn't be a lot of them. There were barely any myths about them, and those there were rarely had names for the beavers. Wishpoosh was the exception. Native America myths could get very detailed, just like any other religious belief, and there were many characters in them. But most featured gods that were called spirits, and they had the names of the animals they embodied. So, the Beaver God was simply, Beaver.

Unless it was Wishpoosh.

It seemed too obvious that one of the few (I don't know enough about Native American myths to say for certain there's only one) beaver gods with a name was the one the trickster was sending us after. But sometimes games needed to be obvious and Wishpoosh did have cause to be angry. He'd been represented poorly.

“Is that enough?” I muttered to myself as I got dressed. “That was a lot to go through just because he doesn't like his myth. And why now? No, that doesn't make sense. If it is Wishpoosh, he must have another reason than misrepresentation.”

Which brought me back to the attacks.

“Vervain?” Odin poked his head into the dressing room. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” I had on my fighting gear, just in case.

Fighting gear used to be leather garments and blades, including a sword and some enchanted gloves that sprung claw-like knives over my fingers when flung downward. But I had my own claws now, so I lent my Wolverine gloves to Torrent and hung up my sword. Leather would only get destroyed if I had to shift. So, as much as I hated it, I was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. It wasn't even a funny T-shirt. I didn't want to ruin my funny shirts. So, it was just a plain black T. As I may have mentioned, I hated it. It made me itch, and it had no personality.

I went downstairs with Odin and met the others at the tracing chamber. Quetzalcoatl was with us, his fiery bright hair braided back. He had been out as late as the rest of us the night before, helping as we had—under Torrent's guidance. He nodded at me, and I nodded at him. It's what you do when you prepare for war. Granted, it was just a war meeting, but it was on Earth, and that increased the possibility of an attack.

We didn't bother with pleasantries, just went in the chamber and headed over to Moonshine—the club Trevor and I owned in Hawaii. Hawaii, being outside the continental U.S., hadn't been hit by the storms. That had amazed the locals and baffled the weather people. Hawaii got hit by storms all the time. That this one had bypassed them was astonishing.

But there aren't any beavers in Hawaii.

There were, however, beavers outside of the United States. I mean, I was pretty sure there were. So why

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