So I based this chapter on my own experiences living in Santa Cruz. Did you know that many people living there like to spend a big part of their winter months in Mexico surfing? It's a pretty common migration. With all of the fires they have had there, many people are living in mobile homes or busses that have been converted into housing, creating a truly unique, migrant lifestyle.
[Hyacinth] “Mexico!” I shout and then look back nervously at the car. Thankfully Bash is still asleep. “Well shoot,” I whisper angrily. “That was a waste of time!” After spending a few minutes looking around for a scrap of paper and a pencil, I write Dr. Stevens a note letting him know who I am, where I came from, and how to contact me. “Please contact me as soon as you get this,” I begin the last lines of my letter. “We have so much to talk about.” Folding it up nicely, I leave it for him in his mailbox. "Just because we didn't get to meet the doctor," Slate comes up behind me as we stand next to the car watching Bash sleep. "Doesn't mean this has to be a wasted trip. What do you say we have a little family beach vacation.""Family vacation," I try not to grin too widely. "But we've only just barely become a family. Doesn't it feel too soon?""Too soon for what," Slate asks. "The world is uncertain. You never know what tomorrow is going to bring. I think if we don't take a moment
[Slate]Family. If you are a lucky wolf, you will be surrounded by those you love, others who cherish and protect you, who you can cherish and protect in turn. Packs are like large families, the alpha serving as the patriarch who keeps all of his wolves safe. But having a pack, leading a pack, is not the same as having a family. Not really. Family is having someone to wake up next to in the morning, having arguments, and making love. Family is sharing moments like these with your children, moments when things seemed perfect and easy that you can hold in your heart when things become hard.I remember my father and mother taking me to the boardwalk when I was just a pup, only a few years older than Bash. We had so much fun riding the rollercoaster and eating cotton candy and those weird freeze-dried ice cream dots that were such a craze when I was a kid. Afterwards, we’d spend the night at the hotel overlooking the water and I’d watch the surfers ride the waves. It is one of my fondes
[Hyacinth] The drive along the coast as we made our way back north was mostly silent. We are all weighted down with the knowledge that this may be our last peaceful moment together.So we try to make the best of it. We made a few touristy stops, including a stop at a pancake house with three dozen types of homemade syrup, and a trinket shop where we could get matching shirts. After stalling for as long as possible, we eventually hopped into the car one last time and began the final leg of our journey back home to Gold River.My mate and I both have a lot on our minds, our faces lined with worry. Bash, sensing our unease, amuses himself by reading the signs that announce each time we enter the boundaries of a new pack, a game we had started back when we were rogues and we didn't know where we might be going next. I would read the signs and he would read them with me. Now he is doing it for me. He is such a kind and considerate boy.“Summer Song Pack,” he recites. “Population 2,251,” o
[Ashlynd] “Explain, in detail, what happened.”The crone before me is hunched over her lab equipment in a warehouse we had outfitted for her on the edge of pack territory. It cost quite a bit of money to keep her location secret and quite a bit more money to have her lab properly outfitted. Modern witches don’t cackle over a cauldron under the full moon. Modern witches are scientific spellcasters. They observe the world, collect data, and use that data to create a new type of magic, one based on logic and reason. This might seem contrary to what most people understand, but the only real reason our people have survived near annihilation is the fact that we are good at noticing patterns and hiding in plain sight.True witches are chemists, biologists, and physicists. We discovered how the planets move and how seasons turn. We noticed how some plants work best when grown in particular soil, and the elemental parts of all living things, and how to manipulate them. Without witches, moder
[Slate]As I was walking over to the meeting hall, I got an urgent text from Ash. She wanted me to meet in the Alpha suite immediately. She had some upsetting and important news to share, but she didn’t want it to be over the phone or by text. I only agree to her demand because I feel guilty. I hate how things ended between us and feel she deserves a chance at a proper farewell. So I walk straight up the stairs, not paying attention to the hubbub around me. The Alpha Beta Ball is happening at the end of next week. That day was also supposed to be mine and Ashlynd's wedding, so the party planners have been working overtime making all the preparations ready for both events. Every major Alpha and Beta on the West Coast has been invited to attend with us hosting them as a way to apologize for missing the summit at the end of last month. When I pull out my key to unlock the door, I notice that it is already open and not even completely latched, so when I place my key in the lock, it push
[Hyacinth]It was hard waiting for Slate to return. So Bash and I tried to keep ourselves entertained and busy. First, we cleaned the entire house. Bash even put away all of his toys that were strewn all over the house. I moved things in my bedroom, including making space in my dresser drawers for him and placing a new toothbrush in the bathroom in the cup next to mine. I wanted something pretty and lacy to wear for him, but nothing I owned was fancy in that way. So instead I picked my silky pajama top, leaving the bottoms in the drawer. Smiling, I thought of how it would feel to have his hands sliding around on the silk cloth. By the time we were done, there was still no sign of Slate, so Bash and I worked hard to make a special dinner and dessert to welcome him home. We settled on lasagna, a family favorite, with a salad. I pulled out a nice bottle of wine to celebrate along with a bottle of sparkling apple juice for Bash. I sent Bash outside and sent a quick text to Drew asking
[Hyacinth]"Off-road? In a Toyota Corolla? Are you kidding me?!" I shout as he makes a sharp left turn and begins to follow the river. "There is a hidden road not too far from here. We used to use it all the time during the Witch Wars." He explains. But none of what he is saying makes any sense. "Witch Wars?"My voice is starting to become scratchy from all the screaming. "Damn it, Drew! What aren't you telling me?"He doesn't answer. He is too busy controlling his car which is rolling over bumps and twigs like it was a new truck designed for offroading rather than being a simple family car that is almost 40 years old. He is going to have a lot of explaining to do when he gets back home, especially if he has to keep this trip a secret.Something big must have happened at that party last night for him to be acting this strangely. Something terrifying. Drew isn't the type of wolf to go into dramatics over nothing. If he feels that Bash and I are no longer safe in Gold River, then there
[Hyacinth] “Close your eyes, Bash,” a voice from inside me speaks, a voice that is not quite me. “I don’t want you to see this.” I wait until I see his eyes are closed before I focus my attention on the wolf man breaking his way through. Closing my eyes, I feel his flesh beneath my hand and I sense the power bubbling underneath the surface of his skin. It feels unnatural. He was never meant to be a wolf. He is in pain. “You can help him,” the voice inside me confirms. “You can heal him.” “How?” I no don’t waste time asking the voice who they are or where they come from. I know now that she is my wolf and I welcome her assistance. “What do I need to do?” "Do you sense the wrongness, the thing that doesn't belong?" she asks. "Feel with your mind, grab it with your thoughts, and pull it into you. Your body was designed for this. Trust me." Imagining a hand reaching from my mind through the connection I have with the wolf man in front of me, I grasp the wrongness with invisible