Her hand dropped to the journal in her pocket. It was too valuable a thing to take with her as she sought out the plague. Levi already carried the coins she’d gotten from Aryck in the Barrens. The trick would be in giving him the book without rousing his suspicions. If he knew what she intended, he would accompany her.
The answer came to her when she saw Caius and, nearby, Canino. She hurried to the Tiger, pulling the journal from her pocket as she did.
Canino rumbled a greeting. She held the book out, asked, “Will you take this to Levi for me?”
The Tiger got to his feet and gently took the journal between his teeth. His tail flicked in the direction of the cub like a lure as he trotted off.
Caius bumped against Rebekka’s leg then bounded after Canino. Rebekka left, doing her best not to draw attention to herself as she headed toward the nearest place where eucalyptus trees gave way to denser forest.
She expected to hear the pounding of footsteps or Levi’s voice yelling for her to stop. But somehow she made it, slipping among mistletoe-laden oak and startling a cardinal from its perch.
Rebekka dared to look back. There was no sign of pursuit.
Her hands lifted to the amulet. She took it off, holding it up, studying it.
The black feather anchored on either side by red beads swirled and fluttered in a tiny breeze, shimmering in a spectrum of light and color. She hesitated, gathering her courage and her resolve.
Don’t be a coward, she told herself. If she was to do this thing, then she needed to be fully committed.
She hung it from a tree branch. As soon as her fingers left it, awareness came like a frigid arrow pointing her in the direction she must go.
The first step away from the witches’ protection that had come to symbolize her father’s as well was the hardest. And the ones that followed weren’t much easier.
She refused to look back, even when the drums began beating behind her.
Twenty-six
ARYCK knelt near the abandoned den area. The smell of hyena was strong, and in the concentration of urine marking their territory, so was the stench of disease.
The irony of it being this pack wasn’t lost on him. Not so many days ago he’d stood on the rise above and tossed the bodies of Daivat’s victims to the hyenas.
Today there were other victims. Pups and those already weakened by age, along with several of the males he’d thought were new to the pack.
Disease had taken some of them. Violence had taken others.
This was Jaguar land and the moment he’d stepped onto it he’d touched his mind to his father’s. With a thought, he let Koren see the scene before him.
Though it was their land, neither protested when Chátima rose from his position next to Aryck, saying, “I’ll leave men behind to burn the bodies. The rest of us can spread out, tracking the individual pack members.”
It was a good plan. And it quickly yielded results. Within minutes a Lion roared in discovery, bringing the hunters to the place where a human’s scent lay heavily around a tree.
Aryck undressed and shifted to jaguar form. A leap, claws digging into bark, and he was climbing, following the scent upward into the concealing branches, then out onto a limb where the man had lain, masturbating and leaving semen on the leaves, making Aryck spit in distaste.
Below him several of the Lions had changed as well, their lips pulled back and noses close to the ground to read the story they found there. Aryck backed up, retracing his movements until he could jump.
He landed near his pants and shed his fur in favor of being able to speak. “A man watched from above.”
One of the Lions also took a human form. “There are footprints in the dirt here. The impressions are deeper arriving than leaving. He carried food and left it for the hyenas, then waited to make sure they took the bait. The smell of hyena and lack of remains makes it impossible for me to be sure what he fed them. Perhaps it was a woman’s corpse, or possibly she handled the meat and cut herself while doing it. There was a trace of her scent, that’s all.”
Aryck met the eyes of the Lion enforcer. “The humans either came to Were lands with the intent of killing us or they found something in the ruins they excavate that allowed them to do it.”
“Agreed,” Chátima said. “Waiting them out is no longer an option.”
Aryck conveyed what they’d discovered to his father. Koren said, It’s good you have already made overtures toward alliance. Nahuatl answered the drums of the Lion shaman and found Wolf, Bear, Hyena, and Coyote gathered in the shadowlands. We will meet tonight, shaman, alpha, and enforcer, each trio accompanied by fifteen armed warriors. With safe passage granted directly through each other’s lands, we can react quickly to the threat the humans pose.
An image of the place accompanied Koren’s words, along with the position of the moon to fix the time. I will speak in favor of attacking immediately. The elders are in agreement. I think the other alphas will come to the meeting with the same intent.
I will see you there, Aryck said, glad he had time to return to the Lion dwelling place and speak with Rebekka again before joining his father and the others.
IT took Rebekka miles to figure it out. At first her own fears blocked her ability to do anything more than put one foot in front of the other. But slowly, when there seemed to be no change in the place harboring whatever carried the plague, she was able to think.
She wondered then if she’d needed to come to Were lands to fully make the connection, to understand the amulet didn’t block the diseased from coming to her; it kept the part of her spirit that was her gift from seeking them out and drawing them to her.
In a way, it was similar to a human shaman spirit-walking in the ghostlands or a Were visiting ancestors in the shadowlands. The difference was that before the urchin had appeared and restored her memories, unleashing the part of him he’d given her by the stream when she was a child, her soul traveled only as far as those she touched.
What had taken her a while to understand was that regardless of what he’d done, it was still her spirit, and just as a shaman was able to choose where he or she went in the ghostlands, or whether they entered them at all, she could now do the same.
It took conscious thought, a willful leashing of the part of her that fled, causing the cold to blossom in her chest, but she could do it. She didn’t need the amulet any longer, though having it would serve as a safeguard until control was second nature.
But if she’d gained surety in one regard, in another, doubt had crept in. Was the urchin figure her father’s enemy, or his ally?
She’d had to mentally block that line of inquiry time and time again. It would only spiral into an endless circle without beginning or end.
A war was coming between supernaturals. Her role in preparing for it had been scripted by beings she couldn’t understand and whose realities she couldn’t fathom. In the end, she had only her heart to guide her, her sense of right and wrong.
So what does it mean when it comes to a future with Aryck?
An ache formed in her chest, so intense it equaled the icy pull drawing her inexorably to her destination. She was no closer to an answer to that question than she had been when she watched him leave.
ARYCK hadn’t yet reached the eucalyptus grove marking the heart of Lion territory when he caught Rebekka’s scent along with that of both Tigers. He smelled Lions too, which was to be expected, but it was the odor of frequent travel and not a recent passing.