Bound by Air

  Bound By Air:

  A Zodiac Shifters Book: Paranormal Romance: Aquarius

  The Wardens of Terra 1

  by C.D. Gorri

  Copyright 2019 C.D. Gorri

  Edited by Tammy Payne

  Cover Design by Ravenborn https://www.facebook.com/RavenbornCovers/

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either part of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights are reserved. No part of this book is to be reproduced, scanned, downloaded, printed, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of any materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  Title Page

  Synopsis

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Connect

  Other Works

  Note

  Welcome to the Wardens of Terra, an elite group of Zodiac Shifters destined to save humankind!

  The Hounds of God have been disbanded by the Catholic Church, leaving a terrible void in the fight to save humankind. As a result, a much older organization returns to power and takes up the reins to fight to save the Earth from the evil that stalks it.

  They are the Wardens of Terra, an elite force of Zodiac Shifters each carrying the power of their sign to aid them in the never-ending battle against the forces of darkness.

  Alone they are fierce warriors. Once they’ve found their true mates, they become an unstoppable force. These are their stories.

  Tagline:

  Instant attraction won’t stop him from doing his duty, but there are some things a shifter just can’t fight!

  Synopsis:

  Troy Waman is a Thunderbird Shifter, bound to the sign Aquarius, and a Warden of Terra. He is sent to upstate New York to investigate a disturbance in the balance of magic and nature. His job is to decipher whether the sudden string of winter storms is natural or the work of darker forces in the area.

  Andrea Kristos’ estranged great-aunt recently passed away, leaving her a house in Shadowland, New York. The novice Romani Caster moves into the ancient house hoping to learn more about the parents who left her long ago. During her search, she discovers that some things are better left undisturbed.

  Just when things couldn’t get any worse, a huge, devastatingly handsome stranger shows up at Andrea’s door in the middle of the night and puts her in handcuffs!

  How will she get him to believe that she is innocent?

  PROLOGUE

  Present day, Roanoke, North Carolina.

  “It is time,” the gravelly voice resounded off the exposed brick walls of the darkened room. The Twelve had resolved to meet there each month since they’d moved their headquarters to the New World in the late 16th century.

  It was the same site where some of their ancestors had met like clockwork on each eve of the New Moon. Though, truth be told, the building itself had changed many times, having been burnt down, rebuilt, and renovated with the many advances in industry and technology over the centuries. Still, it was new compared to the thousand-year old structures they still owned abroad.

  “Aye. ‘Tis time.”

  “Agreed.”

  “Si.”

  “Aftalt.”

  “Dogovoren.”

  So, on it went. Each of the Twelve Heralds of Terra consented in their native tongue. The sounds of the streets beyond the small, dank room were drowned out by the pounding of their fists on the large wooden table where they’d gathered. It was unanimous.

  The eldest among them stood and spoke to the group. His skin was spotted with age, his long hair hung down his back like a white river that reached almost to his knees. His once great height was severely diminished as he stood before the other members of the twelve with his back stooped over and his gnarled hand resting heavily on an aged oak cane.

  “I have walked Terra for more than a thousand years waiting for this day. It has taken an age to emerge, and yet we have no time to learn to crawl before we walk. Darkness is enveloping our beloved Earth. We must fight it,” he exhaled and raised his cerulean eyes to meet those of everyone at the table. The herald was old, indeed, but power was still heavy with him.

  “We have trained our Wardens, waiting for this time to arise. It has been a long time coming, but now, we are called back to our rightful positions as Guardians of this planet. We Heralds must do our jobs to ensure each Station Master receives their orders correctly.”

  “Why, capitaine, do we not lead them ourselves?”

  “Because, my Russian friend, that is not our place. We are the watchers, comrades. We have waited for the right time to come, now we must announce it to all of the supernatural world. The Wardens of terra are back.”

  “I see.”

  “Good. Now, the Station Masters will hand out assignments amongst the Wardens, this is the way it has always been.”

  “And if the Hounds re-emerge?”

  “Then we shall work with them as we should have been allowed to do from the beginning, but now is not the time to rehash old quarrels. The Wardens of Terra are needed again.”

  CHAPTER 1

  Troy Waman looked down at his smartphone to the little red arrow blinking on his map app, indicating he had reached his destination. He frowned pensively before shaking his head.

  “What a fucking shithole,” he murmured to himself as he exited the nondescript black SUV his Station Master, Rex, had given him for the job.

  “Try not to scratch it,” the tough Bear shifter had said with a barely contained growl after their meeting the day before last. After a thousand years of waiting, The Wardens of Terra were being called to duty and this was Troy’s first assignment.

  It took him a day and a half to make his way to Shadowland, New York from the little suburb in Virginia Beach where his Station was located. There were dozens of them across the continental United States and even more overseas, though he’d rarely been out of the county himself.

  Troy rolled his shoulders and exhaled. He was the first from his Station to be called to duty. A fact that left him both proud and humbled at the same time. He’d trained damn hard since he was a child waiting for such an opportunity. Now he had it, and it was almost too much to bear.

  Fuck and damn. It’s time Troy, get your ass in gear. That was all the sympathy he had for himself. Why the hell should he have any at all? Troy Waman was no tenderfoot normal. He was a Warden of Terra. He didn’t need to remind himself of the honor and duty that went along with his position.

  The Wardens of Terra were an ancient group of elite warriors. All of them Shifters. Identified in their youth and trained throughout their preternaturally long lives, they were guardians as well as fighters. Station Masters led teams of Wardens across the planet.

  Though they’d been deactivated sometime in the last millennium, Wardens were born, chosen, and trained every day with the distinct knowledge that someday, they’d be called upon to defend the earth. That day was here.

  Troy Waman had been trained as a Warden since before he learned how
to spell the word. His heritage was a mix of Anglo and Native American. His father’s blood was a mix of tribes including Algonquin, Lenape, Cherokee, and a few others. He hadn’t stuck around long enough for anyone to learn the rest.

  He supposed he could get a DNA test, but that might raise too many questions with the normals. Especially in this day of advanced technology in biogenetics.

  Besides, it was quite common in today’s world to find Native American peoples descended from multiple tribes. Troy Waman was uncommon for an entirely different reason. He was a Shifter, a special race of dual natured beings with one foot in the supernatural world and one in the human. Troy was a Thunderbird Shifter to be exact. Something unique even amongst Shifters.

  He stretched his long, lithe body as he stepped away from the vehicle. It was already dark out despite it being fairly early in the evening. Daylight savings my ass. He sniffed the frigid air. The unusually high winds made the cold seem even more bitter. The street lamp stuttered on the corner, a rusty fence squeaked, and a black cat crossed the street, ducking under some parked cars. Troy’s frown deepened.

  It looked like the setting of a B-horror flick. All it needed was some half naked co-ed to run down the street with a masked bogeyman stalking behind her, traditional blood-coated knife in hand. Oh yeah. They might call it Shadowland Nightmare or something equally cheesy.

  He stopped his musings and used his heightened senses to take in the downtrodden area around him. It would seem upstate New York wasn’t all orchards and sprawling suburbs. He smirked as the “I love New York” song ran through his head. Yeah, right.

  Apparently, parts of the Empire State were as fucked up as the street where he was born in Newark, New Jersey. He’d visited that shithole back when he was in his teens just out of curiosity. What a mistake that had been! He’d left almost as soon as he’d arrived. His extended family had been, shall we say, less than welcoming.

  His gray-haired grandmother had screamed and crossed herself when he stepped over her threshold. He was what they called a skin walker. They feared and loathed him as something evil. Him evil? Like he was the motherfucker who knocked up some unsuspecting normal and left her ass with a Shifter baby.

  He was not evil, but he was something they did not understand. He’d been angry and ashamed that day. He’d crashed through his grandmother’s kitchen to hitch a ride back down to his Station in Virginia Beach.

  In his youth it was more like a military training camp, but it was all he knew of home. After all, it was where he’d lived his entire life. He’d made his peace and settled fully into his life there.

  The incident with his grandmother had happened over a decade ago, when Troy had stolen his records out of Rex’s office. Still, the memory remained fresh in his mind as if it were only yesterday. The fucked-up street where he was standing only brought back the painful reminder that he’d come from the same kind of squalor. Fuck this, he thought.

  The pungent scent of despair washed over him. Reminding him. A young man with a hood pulled up over his head, eyed him from the street corner. Drug dealer. Shadowland indeed. It was an apt name for this shamble of a neighborhood.

  The young man continued to stare until Troy allowed his beast to shine through. His golden eyes pinned the errant youth through the inky darkness of the night. Startled, the kid dropped the bag he was holding and ran down the alley.

  Punk. Troy walked over and picked up what he had so hastily left behind. A couple of grams of crack cocaine and heroin, probably cut with Fentanyl. There were also various sized baggies full of what smelled like some below average marijuana and half-rotted psychedelic mushrooms.

  Just your garden variety of illegal substances to be found on most street corners in neighborhoods like this one. Fucking normals. He frowned and dumped the still sealed contents down the closest storm drain. He sent a quick text to Rex earmarking the location.

  Rex would make sure the local police department got an anonymous tip to retrieve the narcotics before someone got hurt. Recreational drug use, mainly the opioid epidemic, was wreaking havoc amongst the humans with more and more of them succumbing to their addictions.

  It was troubling, but not Troy’s problem. Shifters were extraordinarily hard to kill. Most human drugs had little to no effect on supernatural beings. Normals, he growled the thought, such weak creatures.

  To be fair, Shifters had vices too. He just had little experience with it. Cecil, a Station-mate of his, had an adrenaline addiction. He was always putting himself in dangerous situations, even during simple training exercises. Fernandez, a Jaguar Shifter, was always trying to get into some chick’s pants. Sex addict. And he knew of others who channeled their energies into ways he considered to be mostly unproductive.

  His opinion, for sure. He’d always been something of a loner by nature. There weren’t many Thunderbird Shifters around. Hell, he was the only fucking one he knew of in this part of the world.

  He didn’t blame or judge his Station-mates for their proclivities. Most of the Shifters he knew had large appetites which included food, exercise, and sex.

  Troy had certainly explored that part of him. He wasn’t a man-whore or anything, but he’d had his share of women. None of them mattered to him. Just a means to satisfy the occasional itch.

  Troy was determined to live his life as a Warden of Terra alone. He never expected to find anyone willing to share what was a potentially deadly existence.

  Those who followed the Darkness and evil were always looking for ways to gain the upper hand and it was his job to stop them. The way he saw it, it was an honor and a duty to serve.

  He shared this great responsibility with the entire organization. The core belief of the Wardens was based on one indisputable fact Shifters had walked the earth since the dawn of time, even before humankind; therefore, they were responsible for the well-being of the entire planet and all its inhabitants. Especially those who were inherently weaker. Mainly females and normals.

  There were other supernaturals who believed humans, or normals as they referred to them, were a blight on the planet. Those creatures wished to destroy them and take over.

  Demons, Dark Witches, and a whole plethora of evil beings sought the destruction of the normals and the world they lived in. Idiots! Did they even realize if they destroyed the world, there would be nothing left? Where the fuck would they live?

  Of course, the supernatural world had many agencies that worked towards the common goal of saving the planet. The Order of the Guardians, for example, were responsible for policing the various factions of supernaturals.

  Shifters generally tended to ally themselves with the Guardians. Sure, there were bad Shifters, but he’d never come across any willing to follow the Dark. Simply because most agreed the destruction of the world could not be allowed to happen.

  Different Packs and Clans, etcetera, of course, had different ideas. Some wanted to remain secret, others wished to come out, and other still wanted to rule the weaker humans. It was a whole fucking thing, and they argued about regularly.

  Troy didn’t know from any of that. He spent little time in the human world. His efforts better spent making himself worthy of being a Warden. Training, exercise, and following orders. That’s what Troy lived for, it was why he was chosen.

  Thunderbird Shifters were very rare. Special. He scoffed at the stray thought. But no matter what way he looked at it, Troy was indeed unique. In more ways than one. He was born marked by the stars. A Zodiac Shifter.

  From infancy, he was told he carried the power of his sign within him. Aquarius ruled his destiny and it would aid him in the never-ending battle against the forces of darkness.

  Every single Warden he knew was a Zodiac Shifter. They were the fiercest warriors on the planet. Like many others throughout the last thousand years, Troy, a Shifter child who was marked, was taken from his parents and trained by his Station Master until the time when he would be called into use.

  All that time, he thought, and here I am.
He tried to ignore the pressure building inside of him. He felt anxious. His animal pressed against his psyche, comforting him with his presence.

  The significance of the moment was not lost on him. The Wardens had waited a millennium to be called to act. He had been waiting his entire life.

  “Do not fear the future, Troy,” the Herald who had visited his Station said to him when he’d brought word that they had been activated, “Your destiny awaits.”

  Troy wondered if the old man referred to the Wardens finally being called to act, or if the elder spoke of yet another legend. Troy had been shocked to say the least when the Herald had entered their tidy little Station in Virginia Beach with his flowing white hair. After he told them the news, he turned to Troy and recited another old tale.

  “Young Thunderbird, you are the first to return us to Terra. Do not doubt your worth. Your destiny has been written in the stars since before you were born, Troy Waman. Remember, a Warden discovers his true measure when his fated mate is thrust upon him.”

  Whatever the fuck that meant. Troy looked down at his phone, then to the street sign on the corner, and finally, to the faded numbers painted on the mailbox in front of the ramble of a house his map app had brought him to.

  Fuck, am I thinking? Fated mates are myths. Stories made up so orphaned Shifters would sleep through the night. He scoffed at the thought. Memories of tales the head nurse, Sr. Maria, had told him at the training camp he’d called home for years invaded his brain.

  Memories were pesky things. Sometimes eternal, and always fucking portable. But he was no longer a child. No more stories, Sister. Now, I act.

  “A thousand years we’ve waited, and I’m walking into a fucking scene from a bad episode of Hoarders,” Troy shook his head and frowned at the decrepit house that sat a few hundred feet away from him.

  It was cold as fuck outside and his leather jacket did little to warm him. Avian Shifters did not carry around the same bulk as other types of Shifters. He ran hotter than normals, but the single digit temperature froze him to the bone.