Heartsong

by TJ Klune

  “Hush, child,” Malik said, pressing a hand against Brodie’s forehead. “No need for that now. You’re safe here.”

  The boy began to cry bitterly, tears spilling down his cheeks before he turned and pressed his face against Malik’s chest. “Please don’t let them take me, Malik. Please don’t let them take me away again. I won’t hurt anyone. I promise. I promise.”

  “I know you won’t,” Malik said. “And no one will take you from your pack.” Malik looked back up at me. “Ever.”

  It was said in defiance.

  And I believed him.

  * * *

  Ezra was still snoring when I returned to the barn.

  He looked as if he hadn’t moved at all.

  I slumped against the door, sliding down to the ground.

  I tilted my head back toward the ceiling.

  Through broken slats overhead, I could see the bright outline of the moon.

  * * *

  “I’m pleased with our visit,” Ezra said as we stood next the car. The sun was barely cresting over the horizon, and the air was warm. “I know Alpha Hughes will be too, so long as communications reopen.”

  Shannon nodded. The house behind her was quiet, though I didn’t think it would be for long. John and Jimmy would wake soon, and we would be gone. “Extend my apologies to the Alpha. Let her know that we’ve been busy. It was an oversight. Nothing more.”

  “Of course,” Ezra said. “It happens to the best of us. Let us know if there is anything you need. The Alpha of all is here for you, as she is for all wolves, no matter who they are.” He glanced at me, a quiet smile on his face. “Or where they came from. Who knows? One day John or Jimmy might hear her call and feel the need to rise in rank. They seem capable.” He chuckled.

  Shannon didn’t laugh. “We’ll see.” She took a step back toward the house. “I gotta get back inside. We have a busy day ahead of us. I don’t want them to be late for school.”

  “I’m sure,” Ezra said, even though it was barely past six. “We’ll take our leave. Robbie? Would you mind driving? These old bones are a little stiff this morning. I’ll even let you pick the music.”

  “Yeah. That’s fine.” I took him by the arm and led him around to the passenger side. I opened the door and helped him in. He sighed gratefully as he sat down. He told me not to fuss as I tried to buckle his seat belt. I told him to shut up and let me do it. He rolled his eyes, but his lips were quirking. I stood upright and closed the door.

  Shannon said, “Robbie.”

  I glanced at her.

  She didn’t speak again.

  She didn’t flash her eyes.

  Instead she pleaded without words or a show of power.

  Malik came out onto the porch behind her.

  He leaned against the rail, arms over his chest.

  It would be so easy.

  So easy.

  To do the right thing.

  To tell everyone what I’d seen.

  There were rules in place to protect us all.

  And this pack was breaking them.

  I could almost see it.

  The aftermath.

  They would descend on this place.

  Shannon and Malik would fight.

  They would lose.

  John and Jimmy would be torn from their pack.

  And the Omega would be destroyed.

  It’d happened before.

  It would happen again.

  I nodded at them and rounded the back of the car.

  Right as I was about to walk by Shannon, she grabbed my hand and squeezed.

  Something pressed against my palm.

  I looked down at a piece of paper.

  She didn’t say a word, only shook her head.

  I shoved it in my pocket.

  We were almost to the main road when I looked in the rearview mirror.

  Shannon and Malik were gone.

  “Are you all right?” Ezra asked.

  “Yeah,” I muttered as I rolled down the window. I was getting tired of people asking me that question. “I’m fine. I didn’t sleep very well is all. Sleeping in a barn isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, apparently.”

  Ezra patted my knee. “We’ll be home soon enough. You did well, dear. I know it’s not easy going into another Alpha’s territory without knowing what awaits you. I’m proud of you.”

  We headed north.

  * * *

  Ezra went inside to pay for gas the first time we stopped.

  I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper.

  It was a Valentine.

  Across the top was a cartoon wolf, head tilted back, a tiny heart over his head.

  Above it were the words I HOWL FOR YOU!!!

  And below it was a phone number with four more words in a shaky scribble.

  FOR WHEN YOU’RE READY.

  dreamed in such sharpness/kill us all

  “And that’s it,” Michelle said, sounding dubious. “That’s all it was. They were busy.”

  “It happens,” Ezra said as we sat in her office. “Life often gets in the way when we least expect it to. I don’t know that they can be faulted for that so long as it doesn’t continue. Especially after all they’ve been through.”

  She sat back in her chair, the light from the screen of her computer reflecting in her eyes. “Neither of you suspect anything different?”

  “I certainly don’t,” Ezra said. “Though I’m not a wolf. I’m not as… adept at picking up deception. And since they don’t have a witch, I feel we need to look to Robbie in this regard.”

  They both turned to me.

  I swallowed thickly.

  “Robbie?” Michelle asked.

  What makes you think I won’t do just that?

  Because part of you knows I’m telling the truth. You can feel it, can’t you? It’s hidden in shadow, buried deep inside. Something… off. Do you dream?

  I did. I dreamed in such sharpness that it felt like reality.

  I said, “They’re busy.” Truth. “They have two young wolves.” Truth. “The Alpha herself is young, as you know.” Truth. “It would be a lot for anyone.” Truth. “But Alpha Wells is capable of many things.” Truth. “And I have no reason to believe she’s not doing what she thinks is right for her pack.” Oh, how easy it was to lie without actually lying.

  Michelle nodded slowly. She was listening for any skip of my heart. There was none. “And they know they need to remain in contact from this point on?”

  “They do,” Ezra said. “I impressed upon Alpha Wells when I met with her the importance of open lines of communication. She….” He stared off into nothing, mouth open.

  I reached over and touched his arm.

  He blinked as he looked at me. “I’m sorry. I just….” He shook his head. “Getting older. I recommend you avoid it if at all possible. The mind has a tendency to wander with age.” He smiled ruefully. “The Wells pack is in good hands, I think. They have much to learn, but I don’t know if we need to worry about this just yet. There are bigger things to focus on.”

  Like an Omega hidden in the floor of a silo surrounded by unknown magic.

  “Robbie, would you excuse us for a moment?” Michelle asked. “I need to have a word with my witch.” She glanced at me. “You did well. Thank you. And I’ll need you again in the next couple of days. My computer keeps making weird noises at me. I want you to take a look at it again. You know I’m terrible when it comes to such things.”

  She was. She didn’t know a damn thing about technology. I’d always found it slightly endearing, how frustrated she could get.

  I hesitated. If I didn’t say anything now, I never could. They wouldn’t trust me again if they ever found out I’d kept this from them.

  And yet.

  “Go,” Ezra said. “I’ll catch up with you later. Take a shower. You stink.”

  I nodded at both of them and left the office, closing the door behind me.

  * * *

  The compound was busy, but I barely saw an
y of it.

  I was lost in my head.

  I had just lied to my Alpha.

  Lied to Ezra, her witch.

  And for what? A pack I didn’t know that was harboring an Omega?

  What the fuck was wrong with me?

  I accidentally bumped into another wolf. I apologized.

  She frowned. “It’s okay.” But she hurried away, glancing back at me over her shoulder.

  I stared after her as she disappeared into the crowd of people.

  Something was… off.

  People were milling about as always.

  No one stopped to talk to me as they always had.

  No one waved.

  They glanced at me, but when they saw me watching them, they’d smile and look away. The barest of acknowledgments.

  Not like they were scared of me, but…. I didn’t know.

  I shook my head.

  I was tired. That was it. I was tired and seeing things. Transference or some such bullshit. I felt guilty and I was projecting it onto others. It was nothing.

  It was fine.

  It was fine.

  I needed to go home. Take a shower. Get some sleep. That’s all.

  With a plan in place, I moved on.

  And yet….

  All I could think about was the look on Malik’s face as he cradled the Omega child in his arms, an Omega child caught partially in his shift, though he was too young to be able to turn wolf.

  Can I trust you?

  I’d said yes. I didn’t know why.

  Why I’d said yes. Why he’d asked. Why he’d shown me what he had.

  He didn’t know me. He didn’t know anything about me.

  And yet….

  There is a prisoner.

  In your compound.

  The ground swayed beneath my feet.

  My head was starting to hurt.

  I was going home.

  I was going home.

  Except I stopped in front of the house that held the prisoner. The one no one talked about. We all knew, sure, and we stayed away, but who they were and what they’d done was need-to-know only.

  Santos was there again. Luck of the draw.

  Funny how that worked.

  He said, “I heard you left.”

  “Assignment. That was all.” And, “It was only a couple of days.” And, “It was easy.” And, and, and, “Who’s in there?”

  His eyes narrowed. “Who’s in where?”

  I felt feverish. Overwarm and overbright. The sun pounded against my skull. There was magic here, oh yes, but it was familiar. I knew it because I knew Ezra. I knew the scent and taste of it. Magic was

  (a fingerprint)

  unique to… the… user.

  The ground rolled.

  I took a stumbling step forward.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Santos growled, catching me before I fell.

  “I don’t know,” I gasped, trying to ignore that voice in my head, that voice that said a fingerprint because it came from somewhere inside, and I didn’t know it. I didn’t recognize it. I didn’t fucking recognize it—

  That had to be it.

  That had to be what this was.

  Whoever was in the house was leaking magic, and it was warping everything around me. Whatever wards were around it had cracked, and this witch was using it to their advantage. Never mind that they were supposed to be stripped of their powers. No matter that whatever they’d done had been so egregious that they had to be locked away. It wasn’t working.

  “Who is it?” I said through gritted teeth. “Who’s in there? Can you hear me, you bastard? Who the fuck are you?”

  Santos shoved me back.

  I fell to the ground, skidding in the dirt.

  His eyes were orange as he glared down at me. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, but you need to stop. You need to—”

  I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but no sound came out.

  I looked up at the sky.

  It was blue, blue, blue.

  And then I screamed, my claws digging into the earth.

  The sky was on fire.

  It burned.

  It burned and I—

  * * *

  what are you doing

  robbie

  robbie

  please don’t

  please don’t do this

  oh my god what’s wrong with you

  you’re not

  please please please i don’t want to die

  please you’re hurting me robbie you’re hurting me

  oh god no

  no

  let me go let me go LET ME GO LETMEGOLETME

  robbie

  robbie

  ROBBIE

  * * *

  Blood filled my mouth when I opened my eyes.

  It tasted good. Like fear. Like whatever I’d hunted down had been scared of me.

  I craved it.

  I rolled it over my tongue, coating it.

  I swallowed it down, but there was always more.

  So much more and I—

  “There you are.”

  I turned my head.

  Ezra sat next to my bed in my room.

  My mouth was not filled with blood. In fact, it was dry. I was thirsty.

  “What happened?” I asked, voice breaking roughly. I cleared my throat. “Did I hurt someone?” I almost didn’t want to know the answer.

  Ezra shook his head, expression pinched. “No. Of course not. You passed out. Santos found you. Said you were…. It doesn’t matter what he said. How are you feeling?”

  “Like it’s the morning after a full moon. Foggy. Dull.”

  “Hmm. Have you overexerted yourself, perhaps? It happens.”

  “I don’t know. I just….” I shook my head. “What if something’s wrong with me?”

  He scoffed. “There’s nothing wrong with you. I would know if there was. Would you hear me, dear?”

  That made me feel better. If anyone knew how to fix this, it would be Ezra. He knew me better than anyone. “Yeah. Of course.”

  “You’re special,” he said, pressing his hand against my brow. “More than you could ever know. And I will do anything for you. Would you do the same for me?”

  “Yes. Yes.” My headache was fading. The blood in my mouth was nothing but a dream.

  He nodded slowly. “Good. That’s good, Robbie. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you all these years. But there is nothing to worry about. You’re tired. Stressed. The dreams you’re having aren’t helping. I don’t know what they mean, and maybe they mean nothing at all. But maybe they do. I could ease you from them if you’d only ask. Take them away like they were never there at all.” His hand pressed harder against my brow. “Leave you to sleep and—”

  He didn’t make a sound when I grabbed his wrist and snarled, “Don’t.”

  He smiled sadly, even though I could feel the bones of his wrist grinding together. “Because they’re yours?”

  I nodded as I let him go. He pulled his arm back, and I wondered if he would be bruised. I felt bad, but not enough to apologize. I trusted him, but I didn’t want him digging around in my head.

  “Okay, Robbie. If that’s what you think. I’m here if you ever change your mind.” He frowned. “Or just need to talk. Can I give you some advice?”

  “Yes.”

  He sighed as he sat back in his chair. He looked pale, skin tight from worry. “You have questions, I know. Questions about who is in that house. Santos said as much, and I should have prepared for this better.”

  I sat up quickly. “I wasn’t trying to—”

  He held up a hand, cutting me off. “I thought it was for your benefit. I did. Given your history, it seemed like the wise thing to do.” He shook his head. “I should have known better. Secrets never help anyone, especially ones so monumental. The man inside that house did terrible things to many people. There was death because of him. And the only thing we could do was to keep him locked away f
rom the rest of the world and strip him of all his power.”

  “But how were you able to keep the witch from—”

  “Witch?” Ezra asked. “What witch?”

  “The witch inside the house. The prisoner.”

  Ezra laughed. “Oh. Oh. Dear, there is no witch inside the house. It’s a wolf. A great and terrible wolf who wanted something that did not belong to him. But he can no longer hurt anyone. He’s… empty. A husk, hollowed out and dim.”

  A wolf? But I’d felt…. I could have sworn there was magic, and it was leaking from inside, leaking until it— “A wolf,” I said weakly.

  “Yes, dear. One whose name we do not speak because he lost the right.” He looked grim.

  “What did he do?” I asked, sure I wasn’t going to get an answer.

  Ezra sighed and looked down at his hands. “He took a boy once. A little boy. A princeling, or as close to one as we have these days. This wolf hurt the boy terribly, and it was only by the grace of the moon that he was saved. But not before the wolf forced upon him unbelievable torture that no child should ever have to know.” He looked terribly sad. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand such things. You would never hurt someone who didn’t deserve it. And while the boy wasn’t exactly… innocent, what was done to him was madness.”

  “What the hell?” I asked incredulously. “What do you mean he wasn’t innocent? He was a child.”

  “I know, I know,” Ezra said, holding up his hands as if to placate me. “But even children are capable of things we wouldn’t expect. And when you come from a family like his, one needs to exercise an abundance of caution. His family… they’re… well. Let’s just say they want something they can never have. Something that doesn’t belong to them.” He stared at me hard. “Something that will go against the very nature of the wolves.”

  Alarm bells were going off in my head. I thought the walls were closing down around me. “What? What do they want?”

  He reached out and pressed a hand against my arm, fingers circling my wrist. I could see the bruise already starting to form from when I’d grabbed him earlier, the dull ink on his arm red and inflamed.