Maya was quiet for a long moment. Then: "The construct this morning. That wasn't a person, was it? It was something....something magical. A threat."
"How did you know about that?" Damian asked sharply.
"I was in the garden early," Maya said. "I felt something wrong. Saw pack members running toward the eastern perimeter. Felt this....cold. This unnatural cold." She looked at Eve. "That was one of the factions trying to intimidate you."
"The Revolutionary faction," Eve confirmed. "Led by the man who killed my parents. He sent a shadow construct to deliver threats and ultimatums."
"Jesus," Maya breathed. "So you're not just dealing with politics. You're dealing with people who have already murdered your family and might try to murder you."
"Yes."
Maya stood and began pacing...her usual response to overwhelming information, the need to move while her mind processed. She walked the length of the room twice, three times, her hands clasped behind her back.
Everyone waited.
