Night Broken
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He took her down to his home and caged her inside the volcano. For weeks, the sky was dark, and smoke filled the air. It was then that Guayotas children were born, while he held Magec in his caves. They are the tibicenas, fierce, hairy black dogs that emerged from the mountain in those days when Guayota held Magec his prisoner. The only light that shone on Tenerife was Magecs light, escaping here and there from the caves in the old volcano, and the light of the tibicenas eyes.
But the people of the island were frightened that they had no sun. They called and prayed to Achamn, he who created the world. Achamn listened to the cries of the people and came down to the volcano to rescue Magec. Guayota fought mightily because he did not want to give up Magec. The volcano spewed fire and rock, and many died as the two gods battled. At last, knowing that he could not win, Guayota called up the fires of the earth to swallow the island and Magec, so that if he could not have her, neither could anyone else.
Achamn took Guayota and stuffed him in the volcano, stopping the fire and smoke and rescuing the people of the island. He freed Magec and sent her racing in the sky once more, fierce and bright as she should be. But she is always watchful when she flies over the top of El Teide, lest old Guayota catch her once again.
Kyle stopped, smiled a little. I told the story to my dad once. He told me that it was a primitive attempt to explain a volcanic eruption. El Teide is an active volcano, the last eruption was a couple hundred years ago. He also pointed out that the reactions on the suns surface are hotter than any volcano magma.
Talk turned to the nights adventures, which Adam was more than capable of telling. I drifted off into a dream of a witch who changed children into great, shaggy black dogs that looked like long-haired versions of the dog Id shot, the one whod turned into a man. The man raised his dead head to meet my eyes with his. His eyes were the color of lava.
Mercy, he said. Where is my sun?
Mercy, wake up, said Adam.
I sat up like a scalded cat and winced because everything hurtespecially the burn on my cheek.
Okay, said Laughingdog. Adams been filling us in on your night. Were you awake for all of Kyles story?
I yawned. Yep. I didnt fall asleep until we got to our part. Sorry. Long day.
Fine. Laughingdog settled back into his chair, one leg up and the other doing a restless dance on the floor. Kyles story makes me pretty sure that Guayota is one of the great manitous.
I frowned at him. Manitou was an Algonquin word for spirit, the spirit that lived in all things: in rocks, in rivers, in mountains. Great manitou I made some quick jumps of logic. When you say great manitous, youre talking about creatures like Coyote?
Thats right. Mostly right. No. He made a frustrated sound. Coyote, Raven, Wolf, are different than manitous. Coyote is the spirit of mischief, of second chances, of adaptationthe archetype of coyotes. It is true that he shares characteristics with the great manitous. Like him, they can take the shape of people, though they are not people. They are powerful in their sphere of influence.
Mostly the great manitous ignore us and pay attention only to those things that matter to them. The Columbia has a great manitou, I can feel it sometimes, but Ive never heard of it manifesting itself, not even in stories.
You think Guayota is a great manitou, the spirit of the volcano, I said. Sort of like Pele in Hawaii?
He nodded.
So what is he doing here? Shouldnt he be stuck somewhere within a few thousand miles of where he belongs?
I dont know. Maybe he grew bored. He shrugged. If he were Coyote, that would be the answer, wouldnt it? Maybe Guayota grew lonely. The only thing I know is that, although great manitous can manifest and travel for a time, they do need a strong connection to their spirit-home. Without that connection, they will return to their spirit shape and be pulled home.
So we need to find out what his connection is, said Adam.
Right, agreed Laughingdog. But heres the part that had me He substituted driven to find you for breaking out of jail. He was going to have to be smoother if he didnt want Kyle to realize something was up. At least he was careful to look at me and not Kyle when he changed up his words. Looking at Kyle would have been a dead giveaway. I had a few dreams, didnt mean much to me until you showed up, and I had that freaking nasty Seeing. I would have let it go, but then I had a worse dream.
What already? I said.
Some things you need to know about my gift. He said it with his fingers as quotes so I knew what he thought about his gift from Coyote.
Okay.
One. It usually comes in dreams or small bits, big Seeings arent that common. Two. Sometimes I see the future, sometimes the past, most times its the present only somewhere else where I cant freaking do anything about anything.
I nodded.
Finally. When I do see the future, while it is possible to change it, the reason I see that particular future is because it has become the most likely scenario, and its pretty close to being set in stone.
So what did you dream?
There is a room with a Texas flag on the wall and paintings of dogs. On the floor is this woman lying dead. At first I thought she was you, but she isnt. Theres a white pit bull on the floor beside her, with its throat torn out.
I jerked my head up. Is she a small woman, Hispanic?
She was dead, Mercy, and lying on the floor. I didnt have a measuring stick. Could have been Hispanic or Indian, which is why I thought it was you originally. She opens her eyes, says your name, then shes dead again.
You know who it is, Adam said.
I stood up. You couldnt have told me this an hour ago? Adam, its Joels wife, the one who talked to Christy about dogs. Weve got to go, right now.
He stood up and took in the room at a glance. You come, too, Laughingdog. Well put you up for the night and help you get where you need to be in the morning.
Fine, Gary said, a little reluctantly. I didnt think he wanted to do anything more now that hed given us the information he had.
Zack? Adam said.
Yessir?
Anyone gives you a hard time, you tell me or Warren. Or you can tell Kyle, and hell tell us. Adam named the people Zack would be most familiar with. Well take care of it, okay? You are safe here.
The submissive wolf looked away, his mouth pinched in at the corners. Adam had started out ofthe room, but the others lack of response had him turned back around.
You will tell one of us. It was a full-on order; I could feel the stir of pack magic.
Zack threw back his head in a full temper. Fine.
Adam nodded once, then jogged out of the house. He stopped at the door. Kyle? You and Zack get overnight bags packed and head out to Honeys. This place has been in the papers in connection with Mercy and the pack, and that makes it too easy for him to find.
Okay, Kyle said. I know where Honey lives, I think. If I get turned around, Ill call Warren.
South Kennewick, I told Adam for directions as we hopped into the SUV. Off Olympia.
Presa Canario, he said after we were well on our way. Warren told me a while ago that the breed originated on the Canary Islands.
Where are we going, and why am I going with you? asked Laughingdog.
Lucia is a friend. She has a big white Staffordshire terrier. I glanced over my shoulder at Laughingdog. Pit bull in layman terms. You didnt dream of her until after we left you at the prison.
Thats right.
It was right afterward that Honey and I went to visit with her. My fault if something happened to Lucia. Why else would Flores pay any attention to her at all?
And you are bringing me with you because? he asked again.
Because Kyle is a lawyer and could lose his license to practice if it comes out that you were at his house, said Adam. I promised his partner Id look after him.
Partner, Laughingdog said musingly. Warren. Right? Thats the other man you mentioned. I knew Kyle Brooks was tied up with the werewolves after reading about the group that attacked him a few months ago. Thats why I went there. I got turned around, and by the time I figured out where I was, his house was a lot closer than yours, and I was on foot. Four feet. I thought hed be a werewolf, but as soon as he answered the door, I could tell that he wasnt. It intrigued me.
Adams voice was like sandpaper when he said, In my pack, people can date whoever they like.
Hey, Im not pointing fingers, man, said Laughingdog. Just explaining why my thoughts went right to look at Zack, but a deaf and blind man could tell that there is nothing between them. So his partner is this other werewolf. He breathed out through his nose in a huff of amusement. A g*y werewolf. I never thought Id see the day that a pack let a g*y werewolf live.
Gary, I said, shut up before someone hurts you.
Warren, said Adam at the same time, survived a lot of idiots with that attitude. He paused. And you ought to listen to Mercys advice.
We made it to Joel and Lucias house about twenty minutes after wed left Kyles housemost of it in silence. Id like to have believed that wed quelled Gary, but his silence was punctuated with amusement that was very palpable.
As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I knew there was something wrongno dogs were barking. I knocked on the door, the men at my back. When the door opened and Lucia peered around it, my breath left my mouth in a whoosh of relief.
Mercy? she asked. She seemed distracted and worried.
I nodded. Yes. Sorry to come over so late without warning you first, but the matter was urgent. I think that Christys stalker is a little more dangerous than we thoughtand I might have led him right to your door. I know its late, but can we come in to talk?
She gave the men a cautious look.
This is Gary Laughingdog, I told her. My half brother. That was a simpler explanation for his presence than any other I could come up with on short notice, and it had the additional benefit of being true. I could feel his eyes boring holes in my back, but he didnt comment. And this is my husband, Adam.
The werewolf, he saidand it was just exactly the right thing to say because she smiled a little. Your husband has worked for me a couple of times.
I thought you looked familiar. Sure, come on in. She opened the door, and we trailed behind her into the house. She saw me look around. The dogs are back in their kennels for dinner. Ill bring Aruba back in for the night in an hour or so. The rest kennel outside.
Why arent they barking? I asked. I was worried something had happened to you.
She smiled again as she led us into the living room, but there was tension around her eyes. No. We teach them not to bark at night unless they are put on watch. That way, our neighbors do not complain about our dogs.
Wheres Joel? I asked, sitting down on the same couch as last time.
She shook her head, and I realized that Joel was what she was worried about, not us. Hes late.
I opened my mouth to say something as reassuring as I could, given that I didnt have a clue why hed be late, when my eyes fell on the flag on the opposite wall. The one Gary had seen in his vision.
Joel is from Texas, I said, staring at the flag on the wall, thinking that what had popped into my head was absolutely ridiculous. Stupid. But there was that flag staring me in the face, so I had to ask. Is his family, by any chance, from San Antonio?
She nodded. Thats right. San Antonio. He was up here visiting some cousins when we met. We moved to Texas first, but I got homesick, and we moved back to the Tri-Cities.
A handful of families had been shipped to Texas from the Canary Islands by the King of Spain three centuries ago. There was supposed to have been a much larger immigration, but the whole plan had stalled out for reasons that had escaped my magpie collection of historical trivia. Three centuries was a lot of time, and San Antonio was a huge city.
Assuming Gary was right, Guayota was a manitou, the spirit of the volcano, and he needed something with him that tied him to the Canary Islands. Hed said that the dog Id killed, his child, was immortal. Tied to mortal flesh. And when Guayota left, the dog had turned into a man. Kyle had talked about tibicenas, Guayotas children who were black dogs. What if it was the tibicenas that served as Guayotas ties to the volcano? Id killed the mortal flesh his tibicena was tied to. What if he needed to find another man to bind to the tibicena? What if that man had to be descended from a Canary Islander? Maybe Lucia and Joels troubles werent because Id come to them for help.
Do you know, I asked carefully, if Joel is one of the Canarios? Adam looked at me sharply. A descendant of the Canary Islanders who settled in Texas?