Vuko POV
Beta Abir disapppears again for the rest of that afternoon. I feel like an idiot going from pack to pack asking if they've seen my Beta so I give up after a bit. Nobody had seen him but apparently my battle against the champion has gained me some fans. Ana has to rescue me from one waterwolf who is all but sitting in my lap rubbing against me.
The waterwolf (Tina? Bettina? Trina?) is really pretty and sweet. I admit that I was enjoying the attention. But mostly I was embarrassed. I'm male, I'm nearly twenty-one and I've been separated from my true love for four years. Can you even imagine how hard that is?
Ana has little sympathy. "Your face!" she keeps saying, then bursting into laughter till the tears are running down her face, "Mr I-defeated-a-giant-but-turn-to-jelly-with-the-girls."
Not like jelly at all, I want to say, but keep that to myself.
As I finish my rounds, with Ana at my side as a sort of female-attention deterrent, we talk about the confrontation with Didi.
"I think we need to start taking him seriously," I tell her.
"What did you see, Vuko?" she asks me. I take heart that she isn't dismissing the idea outright. Ana is smart and I like how she thinks things through before she judges.
"He's so young," I say, "I mean he's only just sixteen but since Silvia left, he's changed. There's something angry and hurt about him. But there is also something very strong and sure. Ana, I think he made a genuine mistake choosing that champion," I look at her, wanting to know what she thinks of this in particular since it is key to my thinking, "I think he was genuine when he said that he had not told his champion to transform like that in order to win the battle."
We have stopped walking now and we stand below the hill leading up to the packhouse. The fields around us are silent.
She nods, once. "He made that mistake once. But he will learn quickly. I've heard how some of the youth talk about him. Like he understands them. He shows them a different way, a different life where they have more say."
I frown, "That actually sounds good," I say, "But there's something that's not right."
"He's angry," she says, "And afraid."
"Of what?"
Suddenly the bell rings out from the packhouse. Ana raises her eyebrows at me. "I think we are not the only ones who have seen Didi's threat."
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The packhouse is already filling up with the Alphas and Betas and their selected advisors. Ana leaves me at the door as she goest to her father, the Waterwolf Alpha. Ana is his heir but even without that title, people would still clear a path for her, I am sure. I watch her go and Abir sidles up next to me.
"Holy crap," I say, turning to him and meaning to yell at him about being a Beta and what that means but it all dies on my lips. Abir is also following Anahita's path and I swear there is actual heat coming off his body as he watches her. "Nevermind," I mutter and leave him to it.
Weird. And disturbing.
I actually hate being in the packhouse. This is where Silvia had her Naming--they say there was even a witch there. I missed that. This is where she had her Trial. I missed that too.
All because of Jedan's trick. One I should have seen for what it was: a means to get me out of the way as he stole Silvia for his mate.
I waited for her like a fool in the pine forest like the note she sent me had asked me to. Only she never sent that note.
I realise the other Alphas are already seated at the round table in the centre of the packhouse. They are looking at me--except for the Ironwolf Alpha who stares absently off into space--and I take my place.
I'm the youngest there by around thirty years. Add that to already feeling like I shouldn't be there and that the Moon Goddess has not sent me a mate (or she has but she was sent away?) and see how awkward that can make you feel.
It is the Waterwolf Alpha, Alpha Blue, who speaks first.
"The Wildlands cannot support another pack," he says.
There is general agreement on this. I say nothing. There could be enough if we were more efficient about farming and hunting.
"We need to drive them out," says Alpha Sera who is the Earthwolf Alpha and the oldest Alpha there. He thumps his fist on the table as he speaks, causing glasses of water to rattle, "By any means necessary."
The Airwolf Alpha, Alpha Ciel, agrees with Alpha Sera though it is rumored they were once mated. The two of them start talking about an old war in which treasonous youth were executed. Alpha Blue says that's not at all what he was saying and Ironwolf Alpha, Alpha Dur, continues to say nothing at all.
I clear my throat.
"I don't think executions or 'any means necessary' are the course we should follow," I say, trying to be diplomatic, "Though of course we honor your great wisdom and experience," I say to Alpha Sera and Alpha Ciel, "Alpha Blue," I say to the Waterwolf Alpha, "I agree that there are limited resources for another pack." Ana, standing behind her father, makes a small nod which lets me know I'm doing okay. So I go on, "I think that is the point that Didi is making. He has been telling our youths that we should be venturing farther afield, but that we are holding them back. And that is why they need a new pack."
"Venturing further where?" asks Alpha Dur, finally paying attention.
"Past the Barren?" asks Alpha Ciel.
"Impossible," says Alpha Sera.
"I think we should invite Didi here in order to hear his ideas," I say.
There is a stunned silence.
Alphas Sera and Ciel shout down my idea immediately. But it is Alpha Blue I am watching. He, in turn, is watching me "Didi almost had you killed yesterday," he says.
"I do not believe that was his intention," I say. "I believe he invoked Combat Rules to get our attention. He is young."
"Exactly," shouts Alpha Sera, "any means necessary," he repeats.
I see Alpha Dur shoot him a horrified look."My son is not for your target practice," he says, "I may not agree with his methods, but he is no fool."
There is silence after this. I may have an ally.
It is Beta Abir who ruins everying. Stepping forward he bows deeply and asks permission to speak then speaks without me doing a damn thing to indicate he has it.
"Esteemed Alphas," he says, "I have just had word that Didi is planning an atttack on the stores.
The meeting just falls apart after that as each Alpha decides that they will defend their own stores according to their own methods.
"Sorry," says Ana stopping next to me as she is on her way out with her father, "I'll see what I can do," she nods toward Alpha Blue.
Suddently Beta Abir is next to me and staring at Ana like he wants to eat her up. He takes her hand and bows low over it, "Ana," he says, kissing it, his lips lingering. I notice goosebumps rise on her flesh and her cheeks blush mauve against her pale blue flesh. She snatches her hand away.
"My name," she says, "is Anahita." She stalks off.
Ana can be a real bitch when she wants to. But I'm not sure what exactly is happening between her and Abir. I may be mateless but that doesn't mean I can't recognize the scent of a potential mating. Abir of course is gone again as soon as she is.
Ana is beautiful inside and out and smart and funny. She's much too good for Abir. But I've seen how some of the pack females watch Abir with hungry eyes so I guess he is probably good looking if you like the over-muscled, hairy, suave type. I'm probably not the best judge.
But ...
Anahita and Abir? Future Waterwolf Alpha and Ironwolf Beta? Only the Moon Goddess knows.
Freywulf has to call me a few times before I snap out of my speculation on stuff that's none of my business not least because I should be thinking about the real problems the pack faces.
"Vuko," he calls again and this time I hear him.
"I'm sorry Omega Freywulf," I say, bowing my head in respect.
Freywulf is Firewolf's Omega. But there's a story there. An old one. I don't know all of it but I know it involves a betrayal by my father. And I know that Frey overcame impossible odds, proving himself as a hunter and a warrior to re-establish himself in the pack's hierarchy. Now he is Omega in name only.
He's also my mother's true mate and he hers. They just had to wait thirty years or so to make it happen. I'm more than happy to think of him as my father.
But now he looks worried.
"Vuko," he says, then looks around, "Can we talk--in private?"
The other Alphas have left but there are enough people lingering in the packhouse to make it a bad place for a private conversation. I nod and we leave, walking down the slope towards the pine forests. The air is crisp with early winter's bite. This is why the packs are so worried. In recent years, Winter has become a time when we watch the stores dwindle too quickly. Any delay in the Spring is potentially life-threatening.
Didi is right that we need to rethink our resources. He's just not right in how we go about it.
Frey sighs and runs his hands through his hair.
"I know where Silvia is," he says.
"Say that again," I say to Frey, unable to believe my ears. We are standing on the edge of the training field, the sky darkening around us, a chill in the air. I think about Winter coming and Beta Abir's news that Didi is planning an attack on the stores. I shiver. That would mean the destruction of his own family's pack too. Surely not? "I have information about Silvia, where she is," says Frey again. Silvia. For the past four years no one has said her name. Let alone told me where to find her. I have spent every day of the four years tormented by how I wasn't there for her. The night that was meant to be ours. Her Naming Ceremony. We had told each other that our wolves would find each other that night. It would be an early blessing from the Goddess--a confirmation of the destiny we have always believed in. We could not believe that the Goddess would make us wait another five years. We were such fools. So when Beta Abir came to me the afternoon befor
Silvia POVThe wolf looms in the alleyway, his fur almost blue-black. The streetlights behind him tip his dark fur with a glow like fire. He looks like he's just escaped from hell. He stalks closer, his lips drawn back from his mouth in a drooling, growling snarl.Silvia Ironwolf, the hunter mindlinks, You have been avoiding me.That's all the invitation Fer needs. I feel her push at me and I know this is her time. I glance at Luka--all of his attention is on the dark wolf--before the sweet-pain of my shift takes over and then I am Fer, standing with my tail and head held high, my paws planted firmly on the asphalt. She is unafraid. I am unafraid.Or so I tell myself.I do not know you, says Fer and I'm so proud of how fierce and low her voice is, You have terrorized this child. Explain yourself.I have a message for you, says the wolf.They say you see the attack fir
Silvia POV We stare at the pages before us. Luka has drawn us. Me and Fulvio. I look up and see the Witch--Esme--watching me with a smile. "I like your piercings," she says. I want to fall into bed and sleep for five years. My feet are still bleeding. I'm in a ripped and bloody pink waitress uniform. I've been attacked by the biggest wolf I've ever seen. Then rescued by another biggest wolf I've ever seen. And discovered my downstairs neighbour is a seer and his granny is a Witch. The same Witch who was at my Naming. Who is now complimenting me on my piercings. "Thanks," I say as she continues to grin at me. "I can't wait to find out how you're using your precious gift," she says. My precious gift! If my feet weren't so damned sore I'd run over there and ... I look down. My feet are still bleeding! I look behind me and see that I have left bloody foot prints in Luka's apartment. I look at his mom who has gone f
Silvia POV Fulvio changes back into his clothes after his shower and we find ourselves once again in front of Luka's apartment. I've changed into jeans and a t-shirt as well and brushed my hair out so it's more like I used to wear it. I'm not wearing any make up. In the bathroom mirror I stared at myself for a long time, wondering at this person I was seeing. It was like seeing an old friend after a long, long time. My eyes huge and dark, my hair falling in waves around my face. A little older and sadder than I once was. I try not to think about how Fulvio looked at me when I came out. He had that hungry look again and I didn't hate it. Fulvio knocks and we hear running footsteps and then the door is flung open. It's hard not to be happy yourself when someone looks that happy to see you. Luka is smiling and chatting already, telling us about the dinner his mom has made. I interrupt the flow of words to ask if he has a
Vuko POV That night I llie in bed and I stare up at the ceiling. It should be simple. Frey tells me that he knows where Silvia is. I go to fetch her. Happily ever after. The end. But it's not. I'm now Alpha of the pack responsible for her banishment. Oh, and she's been banished. But more confusing even is that tonight I feel like I saw Ana for the first time. Now I can't get her out of my mind. Ana is smart and funny. She challenges me. She's caring. She has incredible strength and agility--I have seen her run. I have seen her wolf, Akira, run. I've always known all of this. But now I have also seen that she is beautiful by any measure. She has the pale blue-tinged skin of all of her pack. Huge green eyes framed with thick black lashes. That froth of white hair around her head like river foam. Now I have seen her as female, with curves and smells that are intoxicating ... I groan and rubbed my fists in my eyes. Stop! I told my
Vuko POV Something no one tells you about Quests. There's a lot of walking, trudging, lumbering, plodding, slogging ... ... by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and then they eat you alive. Then there was the one about the tumbleweed spiders. Their bodies transparent so all you see is ripples on t
Silvia POV Over the next week I decide Esme is the worst teacher I've ever had. And I didn't like any of my teachers back in the Wildlands. Now I've matured and suffered and I can see that maybe I wasn't the easiest student to teach, blah blah blah. The truth is I prefer to learn on my own. Since I was a pup I would grit my teeth and go completely rigid whenever an adult tried to make me do something I didn't want to do. Then when Fer announced herself at my Naming, I realised I was not the only one digging in her heels. If I'm obstinate then Fer is impossible. I like Esme. She's funny. I love the way her bracelets jangle when she moves (not silver, gold! She says 'moon gold' which I assume is a metaphor). I love the way she can go from sitting with her feet up to standing in full warrior stance. I asked her where she learned her fighting techniques --mostly to distract her from trying to teach me---and she said from the wind. I really can't
Silvia POV "You heard me," says Esme, "We need to figure out how to defend this city from a werewolf pack attack. You are the apex predators here. You need to get organized." "Can't you do something?" I say. Esme sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm a witch not a nuclear weapon, Silvia." "Fine," I say, "Then can you teach me. You know, with the iron." "Silvia," she says, then she turns to Fulvio, "Fulvio, you are werewolves. You need a pack." This stings more than I want to admit. My pack rejected me. And I have vowed to myself that if I ever get the chance, I will reject them--and any other pack-- right back. I turn away, ready to leave. I even make it as far as the door when Luka calls me. "Silvia, you have to see this!" he says, "Please!" It's not fair. How can I say no to him. I'm that childish though that I even drag my feet as I go back to the living room. Fulvio is putting the coffee table back in the
Silvia POV When I come to in Vuko's arms, the iron is gone. I don't know how I know that. It feels like my bones are lighter, hollow even. Just for an instant, before Vuko's warmth and his eyes and his strength catch me and hold me safe, I feel ... alone. What happened? I sit up and look around. Dawn's light breaks mauve and lilac through the night sky and the moon has moved from her zenith. What is different? "Look," says Seersha. She is standing at the front of the pack, Didi's arms around her. She points out through the glass windows of this strange diner that has for the moment become a sacred place. Outside, the city is suffused with a golden light that is more than dawn's rays catching the outlines of buildings and apartments. It's magic! The city is glowing with magic! Just then Tidiane bursts in. The métamorphe is out of breath and sopping wet. "Silvia! Vuko!" he says, "What did you do? What in the name of all the gods is going on?" "Tidiane," I say. "You're wet." It's
Silvia POV Cook's diner is transformed. I never ever could have imagined, when I was working her, trudging through hours long shifts and holding my breath at Cook's atrocious cooking, when I was cleaning up squashed fries and half-eaten burgers and Goddess alone knows what else was part of the muck left on the floors and seats and tables by lazy customers ... that it could also be this. The glass windows ripple and glow like the sea at night. Above us ... sky. The moon is at her zenith and the her light showers down on us. I feel Fer just beneath my skin and with her, the iron. It feels like tides, moving and shifting within me. What does it want? I feel the packs' eyes on me. We promised Esme the ceremony. And we are here. Vuko POV Silvia turns to me and now she holds the pendant in her hands. Her fingers find the groove where the leather separates. They trace the curlicues of her own script. The rhyme. She looks at me and holds my eyes as she breathes out the lines.
Silvio POV You would think that a Wolf Moon Ceremony involving the wolves of the Wildlands should take place in the Wildlands? It does not. I watched Vuko take care of it all. Right by his side of course. But everything felt different now. I knew without him saying anything that the Packhouse had been corrupted. I didn't then have the details--he showed us that horror later. But I didn't need them. It wasn't so much that I trusted him. Would you trust yourself? Trust is not even relevant. It's like we are one mind. Two bodies though--let's not forget that. It's hard to forget that with Vuko's musk putting Fer on high alert all.the.damn.time. In fact I cannot let her out at all. And I know Vuko is having the same struggle with his wolf. Patience. The Barren is of course no less Barren. But it is not unfriendly. Darius and Esme are waiting when we cross. It is as if the dreaming place becomes a living passage lined by torch-bearing dreamers robed in white. They stand silent, impas
Vuko POV That was pretty much it. After Silvia--or rather Fer--brought Abir down with her iron, the werewolves who had chosen to follow him abruptly switched allegiance. Abir's wound was not fatal but it would cripple him. It's pretty hard to fix a shredded tendon--not even magic can manage that. The fighting outside also subsided. The werewolves who had been imprisoned in the silver cage had been weakened by their proximity to the toxic metal and by their exposure to the elements and lack of food and water. But they were really, really angry. They made short shrift of the ambushers. In fact, most of them had raking clawmarks along their hindquarters which tells you everything you need to know about how the fight went. Later, we would all see what Silvia had done with the silver cage. The enormous silver throne she had made for Queen Rose lay where it had fallen over on the training ground like some slain creature of myth. I have not left Silvia's side since she came into the pac
Silvia POV The moon is almost full, reminding me of my promise to Esme. A ceremony. Tomorrow night at Wolf Moon. The cool light filters through the dense needles of the pine trees. The leaves sway and sigh in a breeze that brings little comfort. Everything is wrong. I look around me and see that I'm not the only one discomfited. All around me wolves, paw at the ground and whine. Beside me, Fulvio (or rather, Oro) and Graydon (I never got his wolf's name), stare ahead, out past the trees. The corners of their lips curl to reveal their canines and their nostrils flare wide. Okay, Fer, I mindlink my wolf, You're up. I close my eyes and grit my teeth against the pain of the transformation. And then it's done and everything smells even more wrong with Fer's sharp senses. I remember the forest smells being full of life. Damp earth that smelled rich with earthworms after the rain. Or the bitter tang of sticky sap. The sharp tickle of pine needles or the sweet bite of the drying pine
Vuko POV Vi blinks and the pain floods his brain. It hurts me too, though not as much. It's his wolf skull that feels raw and tender. He whines and struggles to get to his feet. Careful, Vi, I mindlink. We need to find whatever... or whoever ... hit us. We don't have to look far. A guardsman stands off to the side holding his shattered arm. The club that dealt Vi (and me) the blow is on the floor, Vi's fur and blood a matted mess on the splintered wood. Wood. Thank Goddess it wasn't silver or me and Vi would be unlikely to ever make it to our feet again. The guardsman looks at us with frightened eyes. I pad backwards and the circle around me draws in too. A circle of snarling young wolves encircles me, facing outwards toward the stunned guardsmen. The biggest of these young wonlves stands directly in front of me, her slender haunches trembling. I sniff and recognize the faint smell of my own pack, Firewolf. I look around. The wolves in the circle are all newly-Named! Most of th
Silvia POV I am instantly enveloped in strong, skinny arms and it takes me only a moment before I wrap my own arms around the tiny, mostly crazy woman who is hugging me. She smells of roasted chestnuts and mint and madness. Esme! I pull away. Her hair is brushed to a gleaming silver sheen and she is wearing the same white robe as Darius. I want to tell her about the sewer trolls and about how we rescued Luka. I want to ask her what she thinks about mates and whether only the Moon Goddess can decide. I want her to tell me that Vuko left a message for me saying that he is my one and only. Instead, she holds a finger to my lips. "You are going to find out soon!" she says, as if I have already asked my question. She looks positively gleeful. I narrow my eyes. "Esme, what ...?" But she has seen Luka and he has seen her. He runs to her, shouting "Gramma Esme!" She scoops him into her arms, kissing his face and crying fat, sparkling tears of joy. "My Luka!" she says. "We were so wor
Silvia POV We race back through the streets of Loop City. We are an unlikely pack. Even a few weeks ago would never have been bold enough to run out in the open like this, in our true forms. Two werewolves, a seer, and a troll. Well, one werewolf, a shapeshifter (métamorphe!), a seer, and a troll. Though in truth I don't know what a shapeshifter's true form would be. For now Tidiane has reassumed his werewolf guise. Though I think I would have remembered if I had ever before seen a wolf with gold and pink curls. Luka rides on my back, clutching the fur around my neck, his legs tight around my waist. Our bolt through the sewers hasn't helped the state of him much so now I'm just hoping that some of the muck on his is drying and flaking off in the rush of wind as I hurtle through the city. Cook lumbers along behind us. He doesn't have to try too hard to keep up. His face lit up when he saw us and Tidiane had to translate that he wante to know what the sewer queen looked like, what sh
Vuko POV I don't realise I've fallen asleep until I wake up. Every part of my body feels numb. I try to lift my hands over my knees and the silver handcuffs sear into my skin. I grimace in pain but I manage not to make a sound. It's quiet in the packhouse above me. Either everyone up there is asleep (or passed out drunk) or they've left. I'm suddenly alert, the possibility of escape tantalisingly near. Then I hear the whispering. First I hear Abir. The tone of his voice is wheedling, begging. But his voice is too low and I cannot make out the words. Vi, I mindlink. He knows what to do, lending me his senses. The dank basement around me lightens to a silvery sheen as I see through Vi's eyes, the world around me suddenly alive with movement and smells and sounds as I hear through his ears and smell through his nose. It's a lot. I sift through the noises until I can focus again on Abir's voice. "Listen to me, Ana," he is saying, "We could be powerful together." "I thought you had de