covencraft 02.5 - carnival moon (3 page)

Jade looked at Paris uncertainly and he gave her a sort of reassuring nod. “Uh, yeah,” she finally said. “I guess.”

“Cool. I’m Steve. I’ll take your coats and then show you to the Alpha.”

Jade was probably overly careful as she took off her coat and handed it to Steve. Paris had instructed her not to touch anyone - no handshakes, no brushing past - until she’d been seen by the Alpha. Paris’ movements were much more relaxed - Jade forgot to ask if he was exempt from the rule since he’d already met the Alpha. Maybe he was just more used to dealing with the weres.

Once their coats were hung, Steve jerked his head in the direction they would be heading and when he turned away, he didn’t walk so much as lope. Jade could almost see the wolf underneath his skin. It was in the way he moved, the way his limbs hung and swung easily from his body. The house, if she could still call a residence so large by that name, was homey and well lived in. The hardwood was scuffed and worn and Jade found her eyes drawn to the markings on the floor, wondering if they were claw marks. They passed through a kitchen where a few people milled about, all dressed in the same kind of utilitarian clothing that Jade and Paris wore - black slacks and black shirts. No one looked up as they came through and Jade tried not to stare.

“They’re waiting for the Alpha to meet you,” Paris said, not bothering to lower his voice.

Jade gave him a sharp look and kind of jerked her head toward the group, her face clearly saying, ‘they can hear you, you know.’

“They’ll hear me even if I whisper, Jade,” Paris replied in response to her look. He tapped one of his own ears and only then did she remember he’d told her the wolves had exceptional hearing.

“It’s not being rude,” Steve said from up front, turning around and walking backward down the hall in the casual way that young people had - not believing they’ll ever fall or run into anything. “I can talk to you since I answered the door. But they have to wait until Alpha addresses you first.”

“Are you the Walmart greeter of the werewolf hacienda?” Jade asked, head turning slightly at the soft laughter she heard from the kitchen at her comment. Steve’s face lit up in a grin.

“I totally am!”

Steve pushed open a door, the heavy weight of it making it swing inward slow and easy. Paris gestured for Jade to go in before him and she had a quick, uncharitable thought, thinking herself a sacrificial lamb. Again, Paris read her expression well.

“As you noted earlier, I am your ‘plus one.’ You get to go in first.”

The room was a casual ‘living’ room - a large soft couch, a chaise lounge, a loveseat and one of those ‘chair and a half’ things that wasn’t quite big enough to seat two but was a little too large for one. A woman and man were standing in the room waiting for them. As Jade walked in, the woman smiled.

“Hello, Jade. I’m Lucia, Alpha of this werewolf pack. This is my brother and my second, Galen.”

Her smile was wide and bright and not at all toothy or feral, as Jade had (maybe, kind of, not really, TOTALLY) expected. Jade stepped forward slightly, fingers twitching by her side and spoke the words that Paris had taught her.

“I am Jade, witch of the Coven to your southern border. This is my Coven Leader and mentor, Paris.”

“It’s good to see you again, Coven Leader,” Lucia said to Paris, hands clasped in front of her. Her brother, Galen had yet to speak.

“It’s good to see you as well, Alpha,” Paris replied.

Lucia and Galen, according to Paris, were ‘Irish twins’ - born with in twelve months of one another. Dressed in black, like the rest of their pack, they made quite a cutting pair - dark hair, whiskey eyes, sharp bone structure. Jade was sure she could use their cheekbones as blades, they were so sharp. Galen however was the taller of the two. Lucia was a few inches shorter than Jade’s five-foot ten - maybe five-five, but Jade would have to tip her head back a bit to look Galen in the eye. He stood a little behind his sister and off to the side - his traditional place as second, as Jade had learned.

“May I scent you, Jade?” Lucia asked.

Jade nodded. She tried to keep perfectly still as Lucia stepped forward, her body moving with a lithe, easy grace that was more cat-like than canine. Or maybe it was wolf-like. It wasn’t as though Jade had ever been close enough to one to know. Lucia moved into Jade’s space, one of her hands sliding up and around the back of Jade’s neck, the other clasping Jade’s bicep. Jade tipped her head down slightly and off to the side, exposing her jugular to Lucia - a sign of submission to wolves - and pretty much anyone ever, if Jade was being honest. Lucia came up on her toes, pulling Jade down a bit toward her, running the tip of her nose across the soft skin of Jade’s throat. Jade stayed perfectly still, wondering how much exactly it must mean in the werewolf world for her to let Lucia’s teeth so close to the tender skin of her neck.

Lucia inhaled deeply and then breathed out against Jade’s neck, her exhalation warm and slightly damp. Jade’s collarbones flexed but she didn’t pull away, holding her ground. Jade could see Paris out of the corner of her eye, standing still and unmoving, waiting. Lucia moved her head slightly, pulling Jade’s head down further and then rubbed her cheek against Jade’s. The skin of Lucia’s face was soft and warm - slightly above Jade’s own temperature. Lucia stayed where she was and simply breathed for a few moments.

Finally, Lucia dipped her nose down one more time, settling it in the hollow of Jade’s throat and breathing a few more times. Her entire body gave off heat in a wave pressed up against Jade’s own.

“It’s strange,” Lucia murmured, her voice soft and quiet. Jade wondered if Paris could hear it. “You almost have two distinct scents. Like two people.”

Jade’s entire body stiffened and this time she didn’t manage to control herself as well and she tried to pull back. Lucia’s grip on her neck and arm tightened. There was no way Jade could break away without using force. Or magic. Lucia was too close, too far into Jade’s space and now she was bringing things up that Jade wasn’t ready to deal with.

“I have just the mask for you,” Lucia breathed, finally pulling back, leaving Jade feeling a little cold in her wake. Jade stood up straight, toes curling under in her shoes.

“You smell like magic and sorrow, Jade,” Lucia said. Paris turned his head sharply toward Jade and she resolutely didn’t look, at him, keeping her eyes focused on Lucia.

Lucia again clasped her hands in front of her, looking proud and somewhat prim. “I will get your masks,” she said. “Galen,” her voice had an authority now that wasn't there a moment ago. Jade could hear the command before it was spoken. “Please scent Paris for tonight’s event.”

Lucia turned away, heading for a chest in the back of the room - a large heavy wooden box that looked aged and well-loved. It creaked slightly as it opened and Jade was about to crane her neck to see if she could sneak a peek when her eye was caught by Galen stepping into Paris’ space to scent him.

Paris stood still, as Jade had done, although his posture was more of one who was relaxed and comfortable rather than Jade’s ‘prey caught in the forest’ stance. Galen and Paris were of a height and as Paris moved his head off to one side and cast it slightly downward, Galen only had to tip his own down slightly to brush his nose up against the skin of Paris’ neck and Holy Homoeroticism, Batman! Jade felt a little weird and like a voyeur watching the whole thing. Paris didn’t seem concerned as Galen rubbed his nose against the tender, hollow point of Paris’ neck and then brushed his cheek over Paris’ own. The sound of their stubble scraping seeming loud in the quiet of the room. Jade could feel how her eyebrows had crept up and she was full out staring while Galen brushed his other hand down Paris’ neck and across his shoulder. She really should look away - she wasn’t even being subtle.

She totally kept staring.

Galen pulled back and Paris inclined his head in a sort of formal ‘thank you’ gesture. Paris finally turned to Jade and met her stare.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” Jade said immediately, rounding her lips around the letters. She cleared her throat.  “Nope, nothing.” She didn’t think she’d ever seen two men who weren’t lovers share that kind of space. Galen was next to Lucia now, helping her by the chest as she rooted around for something. Jade seemed to be the only one that had been… intrigued by the moment.

Jade leaned a bit closer to Paris. “Are you and… I mean, it’s not any of my business.”

Paris frowned a bit, not seeming to understand her question.

“Werewolves have different notions about personal space and proximity than you may be used to,” Lucia answered from across the room. Jade jumped back a bit from Paris. She’d completely forgotten about the wolves excellent hearing. Again.

“Sorry,” Jade stammered. “I didn’t mean anything, I just… never-mind.”

Lucia smiled, warm and friendly. “No harm done. Paris is used to dealing with us. As a trusted guest of the pack, he’s familiar with the scenting ritual and doesn’t have the normal hangups some members of society have on other males in his personal space.” She tipped her head to Galen and it must have been a kind of a dismissal because he nodded once back at her and then left the room through a door off to the side rather than the one Jade and Paris had originally entered through. Lucia stepped forward, two items in her hand.

“Paris,” she began, holding up a mask for him. He took it carefully, almost cradling it in his hands, tracing his fingers lightly over the nose. It was a simple masquerade mask - white but not shiny, more matte or satin looking. It would cover his forehead, brow and the tops of his cheeks, as well as most of the bridge of his nose when he placed it on. It had long, dark blue ribbons trailing from the side, presumably for Paris to tie it around his head. It shimmered a bit when he turned it in the light and Jade could almost make out some glyphs and rune markings on it in pale, silver ink - almost like hidden text on a page. “This is the same mask your mother wore when she was once invited to the Sanguine Moon, our festival of October. My mother, the Alpha at the time, had this mask prepared for her, choosing the markings you see after a consultation with our seer. I hope you will also wear this mask at tonight’s celebration.”

“I can feel traces of her magic lingering on it,” Paris said softly, his fingers still running over the bridge of the nose and then the brow-bone of the mask. “Thank you. I would be honored to wear this mask.”

Lucia then turned to Jade, holding out another mask. This one seemed to be made from fine wire, in a filigree style, although it very much had the look of a wolf about it. It was as though someone had taken fine, tensile silver and black and draped it over the face and snout of a wolf, capturing the shape, but all the while keeping it airy and light. It was neatly divided in two, color wise - half silver, half black down the center. There was a small black nose at the tip of the snout, done up in a denser collection of wire. Little ears perched up at the top of the mask - pointed and fine. Once Jade had it on, the ‘ears’ would sit just about her eyebrows. There was a splash of color at the inset of each eye - green. Jade swallowed, nervous as she reached out for the mask. She turned and gave one more questioning look at Paris who nodded for her to go ahead. Jade took the mask from Lucia, finding it a little heavier than she thought it would be.

“If it is acceptable to Paris, as your Alpha, I would like to ask you to run with us tonight, Jade.”

Jade looked at Paris, eyebrows coming into a ‘v’ - she didn’t know what the term ‘run’ meant.

“I appreciate your offer, however, I make no decisions for Jade,” Paris replied, his voice respectful and low. Lucia smiled as though she expected this answer. Jade got the feeling her asking Paris was more symbolic than necessary. Lucia turned to Jade.

“Will you run with us tonight?”

“Uh, what does that mean?” Jade asked, running her fingers over the filigree of the mask.

“Tonight, in honor of the Wolf Moon, we run into the forest as a pack - all of our pack members, human and shifters, wearing our wolf masks. We honor the moon goddess and all she has given us, although we stay in our human form tonight, so that we may celebrate as equals - all in our pack feeling the call of the wolf, though some cannot shift. It’s why we had you wear such utilitarian clothing - better for traipsing around in the forest.”

“So, you just… want me to hang out in the forest with you guys?” Jade asked. She had the feeling she probably should have asked in a better, more ‘political’ way, but she really wanted to ensure she understood. Jade didn’t want to say, ‘yes’ and then find out she’d agreed to dancing naked in the moonlight.

“Yes. We’ll run for a bit in the forest, each member going as far as they choose, and then we’ll return back to the estate for a meal, to celebrate under the full moon. Paris will wait here with our seer and a few members who are staying behind to watch the younger children.”

Jade turned to Paris with a grin on her face. “Does he have to sit at the kids table when we eat, too?” she asked, smirking.

Lucia laughed, a full deep sound that lit up her whole body. “I think you’ll fit in well with us, Jade,” she answered. “Will you run with us?”

Jade couldn’t help but dart her eyes over to Paris once more, who stood still with an open, easy expression on his face. She got the impression he would be okay with her saying yes or no. She took a deep breath and answered.

“Yes.”

***

The sharp night air bit at Jade’s cheeks and neck, making her wish she’d brought a scarf. Lucia had taken one look at Jade’s work shoes and offered for Jade to browse through the pack’s mud room for a pair of hiking boots. Lucia assured Jade no one would mind her borrowing a pair, certainly not after the Alpha had offered.

Jade stood outside now, at the tree line, the estate house several meters behind him. She’d left Paris in the kitchen with some other pack members, watching over the kids. They had all the makings of paper-mache masks - forms, glitter, glue, paper - and Jade had to bite her lip to keep from teasing Paris. He, like the other pack members, wore a mask in the kitchen, but it seemed strange and out of place in the domestic environment.