Slaved By The Moon God

9

“You said you wanted to see the Sun Witches bless the babies,” Wesley said when I groaned in protest. “It’s almost time.”

“I didn’t realize it would be this early,” I grumbled as I dragged myself out of my sleeping bag. I was so not a morning person, even on the best of days. If it were up to me, I'd stay up all night and sleep the day away.

Wesley had helpfully let me know that the food tents were close to where the Sun Witches performed the rituals, and I was curious about the blessings since I’d never seen magic in action before. I met Mira outside, who looked almost as sleepy as I did, her dark eyes still clouded and missing their usual spark. Despite her tiredness, she had a grin at the ready, and I couldn’t help but match it. Today was the Convergence, and everything would change.

It could only go up from here, right?

The smell of cooking bacon and eggs wafted from the food tents, and the low murmur of conversation let us know we were headed in the right direction. I grabbed Mira’s arm, excitement overtaking any apprehension, and before either of us knew it, we were lined up to get some breakfast along with dozens of other shifters I didn’t recognize.

I didn’t even pay attention to the food I was grabbing, too focused on the line of people bringing their newborns one at a time to the group of silent Sun Witches, all dressed in warm-hued robes as they stood in the bright morning sunlight.

Mira and I found a spot on the grass nearby while a Taurus female stepped forward. I paused, a piece of toast raised halfway to my lips, as the Sun Witch pulled the baby into her arms, cradling it gently. It fussed for a few moments, but the Sun Witch softly hushed it, putting her first two fingers on its forehead. She closed her eyes and murmured something, too quiet for anyone to hear. There was a slight shift in the air, like something settling, and a soft glow surrounded them both, like a beam of sunlight falling upon them.

If the Sun Witch didn’t bless the child, it would fall prey to the Moon Witch curse and turn feral at full moons. It was important that every baby was blessed, or they’d spend the rest of their lives in agony, going mad at the full moons, waking up without remembering what they’d done while they were shifted. This way, once our wolves were unlocked, we’d remain in control the whole time, without the Moon Witch curse turning us into the rabid monsters of myth.

Three more babies were blessed, that shift happening every time in the air. It wasn’t the fiery hands and sparks flying out that I’d imagined in my daydreams, but this subtle magic was almost as awe-inspiring. The female shifter would take back her child each time, smile down at it, and walk away with a dreamy expression on her face.

Mira nudged me. “Come on. We’ve seen enough. I think one of them is giving us dirty looks.”

I glanced over at Mira, and then followed the jerk of her chin. It was the same Sun Witch I’d noticed looking at me yesterday, her colorless eyes caught directly on me. I swallowed, throat suddenly dry, and got up quickly, brushing the grass off my jeans. The same, panicked feeling followed me as we headed back to the food tents to throw away our paper plates.

“What are your plans for today?” I asked. I hoped she’d want to go exploring with me, but Mira was always more social and liked spending time with other shifters, rather than in the woods. I was wary of other shifters, always worried they’d accost me rather than befriend me—and I was almost always right. Mira was a full-blooded shifter, had her Cancer powers, and didn’t have the same smart mouth that I did. She could worm her way into anyone’s heart with her easy smile.

One option was to stay and listen to the trade talks and watch packs squabble over things, but I had no interest in that. Mira didn’t either. She’d never been involved in pack politics, and I didn’t see her suddenly finding a long-lost interest in it. That was practically what I listened to on a daily basis living in the alpha’s house, and it sounded like a huge headache. I was thankful that the title of alpha was never going to fall on my shoulders. It wouldn’t fit me well at all, and Wesley was better suited to the job. He could keep a clear head during arguments, and that was essential to making it as an alpha.

“We could go explore,” I said, motioning to the forest. I’d read up on the site of the Convergence weeks before we were headed here, planning out hikes in my head. There was a set of falls I was excited to see and wanted someone to share the view with. “The forest is beautiful out here.”

Mira wrinkled her nose. “But there’s no ocean. You know I only like nature when it’s next to the water. I think I’ll stay here, try to make friends.” She leaned in and whispered to me conspiratorially. “Who knows, maybe I’ll meet my mate.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, even as I rolled my eyes. “Out of the hundreds of people here? That would really be lucky.”

“Well, it is the Convergence. All sorts of strange things might happen.”

With that, she flounced off, leaving me standing by myself near the food tents. I quickly tossed my plate, noting the strange looks from some of the other shifters. I didn’t want to draw any more attention than I already had, and I knew if anyone said something rude to me, there would be trouble. I remembered the tight grip Dad had on my arm a few days ago as he hissed the words into my ear.

If you cause any trouble at the Convergence, I’ll cast you out of the Cancer pack myself. And he had the power to do that, which was the worst part of the threat. I didn’t know if he actually meant it or if it was just empty words to keep me in line, but I wasn’t about to find out.