Secrets of the Wolves (3 page)

“Plodwolves!” he shrieked. He flew over my head, scraping my ears with his sharp talons, beating his wings hard to reach the humans. He soared low over their heads. Several of the humans leapt back, startled, and looked up at the raven. That was when I saw her.

She was taller, even after only three moons. Her legs and arms were long and very skinny, like someone had been pulling on them, and she moved awkwardly, as if balancing on a loose rock in the river. Ázzuen had stumbled around like that earlier in the winter, when he suddenly grew taller than any of us other pups and hadn’t yet accustomed himself to his new height. A small whuff of surprise escaped my throat as I realized that TaLi would not be a child much longer. When I had pulled her from the river, not six moons before, she had been smaller and much more solid-looking.

BreLan, the young male who hunted with Ázzuen, spotted us. He gave a glad shout. That was all it took for Ázzuen and Marra to charge full speed toward the humans. I hesitated, suddenly uncertain. Many humans hated and feared us. Trevegg, the elderwolf of our pack, had warned us that even if our humans liked us now, they might change their minds as they matured. I couldn’t help but wonder if TaLi, now nearly grown, might no longer wish to run the hunt with me. I stole forward, watching her for signs of fear or rejection. She raised her hand to shade her eyes against the early morning sun. Then she gave her huge, bared-tooth smile, set down her sharpstick, and galloped toward me.

“Silvermoon!” she bellowed like an elk stuck in the mire. It was her name for me, because of the moon-shape of white on the light gray fur of my chest.

I broke into a run and met her before she had taken ten steps on those ridiculous legs. I placed my paws gently on her shoulders, taking care not to hurt or startle her. She threw her arms around me and hurled her weight against me. I allowed her to topple me over and she landed on my ribs. Grunting in delight, I rolled her onto her back, and we wrestled in the dirt until I stood atop her chest, panting. The scent of her filled me, bringing back in a rush the memory of the day I first found her. She had been struggling for her life in the unforgiving waters of the Swift River, and I had pulled her to safety. It was forbidden by ancient laws for the wolves of the Wide Valley to have contact with the humans, and I should have left her there on the riverbank to live or not. But I couldn’t. Within moments of looking into her dark eyes, I knew that leaving her to die would be like abandoning part of myself in that river mud. Ázzuen and I returned her to her home, an act that some in the valley claimed had led to the battle at autumn’s end.

I pressed my nose against TaLi’s soft skin, inhaling as much of her scent as I could.

“Silvermoon, you stink,” the girl said, pushing me off her chest and sitting up.

I wasn’t sure what she meant. Ázzuen, Marra, and I had dug up one of our old caches of horse meat and had eaten some of it the night before, which should have made my breath smell good. But you could never tell with humans. I cocked my head, considering what she might mean.

“You smell like you rolled in something dead!” she accused.

I panted happily. I had indeed rolled in something dead. The old horse meat from our cache. All three of us had rolled in it so we could let our pack know we’d eaten it and that there was some left over for them. Horse meat was good eating. I pressed myself against TaLi to share the scent with her.

A look of horror crossed her face. “Silvermoon! You reek! Get away.” She shoved me again, hard. Those scrawny arms were stronger than they looked.

“She means you smell very bad,” Tlitoo offered, settling himself beside me and running his beak through his wing feathers. He plucked out one feather, examined it, and threw it aside. He was calmer, now that we were with the humans. It infuriated me. He had been frantic when he had awoken us. He told us we had to convince our humans to go into hiding until he found out what the Greatwolves were doing. He wouldn’t tell me why, only that we and our humans might be in danger if we didn’t.

“I know what she means,” I snapped. But I wasn’t entirely sure I did. Once, wolves and humans could communicate as easily as one wolf speaks to another, but no more. Most creatures can understand one another at least a little. We can speak to ravens as if they are packmates, and to dholes and rock bears almost as well. We can even understand some prey. Somehow, though, almost all of the humans had lost the ability to understand other creatures. A few could converse in Oldspeak, the ancient language that all creatures once spoke. Even fewer could understand us when we spoke normally. TaLi’s grandmother could understand both Oldspeak and our normal language, but she had spent a lifetime learning from the wolves. TaLi and I were both learning Oldspeak, but neither of us knew it well. Most of the time I understood TaLi when she spoke, but I could rarely make her understand me. And I
had
to make her understand me. It was the reason we’d risked provoking the Greatwolves. I paced in a tight circle, desperate to find a way to communicate our message to TaLi.

“Too late, wolflet,” Tlitoo quorked, twisting his head almost all the way around to look behind him.

I followed his gaze. At the edge of the forest, about two hundred wolflengths down the plain, the bushes trembled. A moment later, two huge, shaggy wolves stalked onto Tall Grass. Even from a distance, I could see their gaze sweeping arrogantly over us and all six of the humans. Jandru and Frandra were the Greatwolves the Swift River pack answered to. They were also the ones who had been howling at us all morning. I had known them since they had saved my life when I was a smallpup and never knew if they were going to help me or threaten me, but I knew that they would be furious that I had ignored their orders. I didn’t want them anywhere near our humans.

I stood, and Ázzuen and Marra rushed to stand beside me. The three of us placed ourselves between the humans and the angry Greatwolves.

“Now what?” Marra asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Ruuqo and Rissa are at Wood’s Edge,” Ázzuen said, his nose lifted high to catch their scents. “We can lead the Greatwolves away from the humans and to the pack. Ruuqo and Rissa will know what to say to the Greatwolves.”

I wasn’t so sure, but it was as good an idea as any. Greatwolves are faster than we are over long distances, but a young wolf could outpace them over a short run, and I wanted Frandra and Jandru as far from the humans as possible. Once we got to Wood’s Edge, we could think of some way to explain our actions. I began to trot toward Frandra and Jandru. Ázzuen and Marra followed. We had gone only forty wolflengths when we heard Tlitoo screech. BreLan, MikLan, and several other humans were trying to follow us. TaLi pushed at them, yelling that they should stay back; she knew better than to be anywhere near angry Greatwolves. All the humans knew that giant wolves roamed the valley, but only a few knew of the Greatwolves’ role in humans’ lives. And the Greatwolves wanted to keep it that way.

The other humans weren’t listening to TaLi, and she wasn’t big enough to stop them. Tlitoo beat the humans about their heads with his wings, driving them back. I didn’t envy them. A raven’s wings are strong and, when spread, can be nearly as wide as a wolf is long. I’d been hit by them often enough to know it wasn’t pleasant. He was managing to move them, but not quickly enough. The Greatwolves were getting closer.

“Help him,” I said to Ázzuen and Marra. We had all stopped to watch the humans.

Marra dipped her head and set off toward the humans, but Ázzuen paused, clearly not wanting to leave me to the Greatwolves.

“It’s
fine
,” I said impatiently. Ázzuen had grown annoyingly protective of me in the last few moons. “Go!” I couldn’t wait any longer, the Greatwolves were getting too close. I started running. Ázzuen followed me for a few steps. “Hurry up!” I snapped at him. He still hesitated, then looked over his shoulder. His human, BreLan, was trying to follow him in spite of Tlitoo’s abuse.

“Be careful,” Ázzuen ordered, butting my shoulder with his head. He turned in midstride. “I’ll come if you need me,” he called over his shoulder.

I whuffed at the concern in his voice, then turned and ran in earnest. When Frandra and Jandru saw that I was coming to them, they stopped and sat, waiting for me. I lowered my ears and tail, as if asking their pardon for disobeying them, and I saw their expressions soften just a little. Then, when I was a little more than halfway between them and the humans, I turned sharply and bolted toward Wood’s Edge. I didn’t look to see if the Greatwolves were following. I knew they would be as soon as I heard Frandra’s angry bellow. Head down, I stretched my legs as far as they would go, kicking up dirt behind me.

Now that I was alone, fear tried to rise in me. I concentrated on running, knowing that it was up to me to make sure the Greatwolves didn’t go after the humans. To my relief, I could smell that our pack had indeed arrived at Wood’s Edge. The reassuring scents of my leaderwolves loosened a lump in my chest I hadn’t realized was there.

I didn’t slow down when I reached Wood’s Edge. I dove through the wolf-size hole in the low juniper bushes, crashed into the gathering place in a shower of twigs and dirt, and tumbled at the feet of the leaderwolves. Gasping, I got to my feet. Ears back and tail low, I quickly greeted Ruuqo and Rissa, the leaderwolves of Swift River pack, and Trevegg, the pack’s elderwolf. They all accepted my greetings. Ruuqo looked me over coolly. I could feel every branch and bramble in my fur.

“What did you do to annoy the Greatwolves, this time, Kaala?” he said, his voice mild. “We could hear them yowling all the way at the Alder Grove. We’re missing a good hunt in order to be here.”

Ruuqo was a large, deep-chested wolf, his fur a medium gray. In spite of his unruffled tone, his lips were tight with anxiety and a scent of concern rose off of him. He held his broad shoulders rigid as if ready for a fight.

I looked up into his dark rimmed eyes. If I lived to be as old as the ancient yew tree atop Wolf Killer Hill, I would never forget that Ruuqo had tried to kill me not long after I was born, that he had killed my littermates and exiled my mother, leaving me to fight alone for my place in the pack. If not for the intervention of the Greatwolves, I would not have lived past my first moon. I would never forget that when he discovered I was spending time with the humans, he had banished me, forcing me to leave the pack—a punishment almost certain to lead to death for a wolf not seven moons old. Not a day went by when I didn’t think of my mother, of what my life would be like if she was still with me. Since I had saved Rissa’s life three moons before, Ruuqo had accepted me back into the pack, and had even been grateful to me. But I would never forget. Though I owed him obedience and allegiance as my leaderwolf, I would never like him.

“Tlitoo came for us at daybreak,” I said, trying to get the words out before Jandru and Frandra arrived. “He told us that the Greatwolves had changed their minds. I wanted to make sure the humans were warned.”
In case the Greatwolves decided to kill them again
, I thought. I saw old Trevegg watching me and stood straighter. He was always telling me that I needed to be more confident in my own strength.

“Changed their minds to what?” Rissa asked, stepping up to stand beside her mate. She was only slightly smaller than Ruuqo, with a bright white pelt unusual in a Wide Valley wolf. While Ruuqo had shunned me throughout my puphood, Rissa had treated me as one of her own pups. I often forgot that Ázzuen, Marra, and I were not of the same litter. When an elkryn had nearly trampled Rissa three moons before, it had been pure instinct that drove me to leap upon it, taking its nose in my teeth and distracting it so that TaLi and my pack could kill it. Since then, Rissa had almost treated me as an equal. A sister, rather than a youngwolf, and it made me nervous. Once she even called me Neesa, my mother’s name. My mother had been Rissa’s sister and they had spent their entire lives together until my mother had been exiled.

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “He said there was trouble, and that the Greatwolves were coming and that we should go to the humans as quickly as we could. To warn them.”

“And you believed a raven without asking for details?” Rissa asked, amused. “You’re old enough to know better than that. And we told Marra that you were to wait for us.”

“And how did you expect to warn humans, anyway?” The snide voice came from my right. “You can’t even talk to them.” I looked at Unnan out of the corner of my eye, wishing with all my heart that Ruuqo and Rissa had left him at the hunt. I hadn’t bothered to greet him. He was Ázzuen and Marra’s littermate, and my greatest enemy in the pack. His small, weaselly eyes flicked over me. I ignored him and answered Rissa.

“It was Tlitoo. I trust him,” I said. “And the ravens don’t usually lie much about the Greatwolves.”

But Rissa was no longer watching me. She looked over my head, into the trees that surrounded the eastern end of Wood’s Edge, the direction the Greatwolves would be coming from. Her nose twitched and her ears shot up. Ruuqo growled, and Trevegg rose and stood rigid-legged behind the leaderwolves. All three raised their back fur. I heard Unnan gasp.

I pricked up my ears to listen for what had startled them all and felt my own tail stiffen. The Greatwolves were coming, as we knew they would. But there were too many of them. Only Jandru and Frandra had followed me from Tall Grass. Now, more than two dozen heavy paws crushed dry leaves and sticks, and the scents of seven Greatwolves blew into the gathering place, assailing our noses with the scents of anger and menace. When I was a smallpup, there had been only a few Greatwolves in the valley and most of them were old. Since the battle at autumn’s end, many more had come to the Wide Valley.

My heart pounded and my legs shook as I turned in the direction of the approaching wolves. As I felt the ground rumble with the growls of my packmates, panic closed my throat, so I couldn’t have whimpered if I’d wanted to. For the briefest moment, I considered running, but I stood my ground with my packmates, wondering if it would be the last time I would ever do so. Greatwolves came in such numbers for one reason only—to kill packs of wolves that had displeased them.