The Savage Grace
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Brent held something out to me in a little black pouch.
“This isn’t another trick, is it?”
The boys were enjoying staying at a haunted house all too much, and they’d taken to trying to scare people at every turn with whatever leftover Halloween decorations they could find. I’d about lost my soul when Brent lured me up into the hayloft after lunch to show me “something vitally important.” It had turned out to be a giant faux battle-ax, the size of a mountain bike that came swinging out of the ceiling at the press of a button. The stupid thing almost hit me in the shoulder, but the boys had thought the look on my face had been oh-so-funny.
“It’s an earpiece,” Brent said. “I got it from Sirhan’s spokesperson guy. I’ve got the other one in my ear.” He pointed at it. “That way we can communicate while you’re on the battlefield.”
“Good,” I said. “You guys know exactly what you’re supposed to do, right?”
The boys nodded.
“No mistakes,” I said. “Wait for my signal before you do anything.”
They agreed and then ran off to take their places upstairs. Their plan for tonight was our secret weapon against the Shadow Kings—but it was also an extremely dangerous plan, and I worried something might go wrong.
Gabriel put his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. He looked at me. “I’ll give you two a few minutes.”
Gabriel bowed his head slightly and then went into the kitchen with Jude, leaving Daniel and me alone.
The second they were out of sight, Daniel pulled me into his arms. He held me for a full two minutes, neither of us saying anything. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if this would be the last time Daniel would ever hold me. Wondered if both of us would survive this night. Wondered if we should say a few last words…
No, I thought. This isn’t a time for farewells. I refuse to say good-bye.
A horn honked outside. I glanced out the window. A long procession of cars rolled into the parking field beyond the house.
Daniel caressed his hands against my face, cupping my cheeks and brushing away with his thumbs the tears I didn’t even know I was crying.
“This isn’t good-bye,” I said.
“Never, ever good-bye.” He leaned in and kissed me in a way that reminded me of dark chocolate—both bittersweet and delicious, leaving me wanting more.
“They are here,” Gabriel called from the top of the stairs. “The first of the challengers have arrived. Daniel, come with me, please.”
I squeezed Daniel’s hand as he broke away from me, and then I nodded to Gabriel—thankful for the few moments alone with Daniel. I wouldn’t get another chance for that tonight. Not in that challenging ring, surrounded by spectators, come to watch as our futures were determined under the light of the bloodred moon.
Chapter Thirty-five
CHALLENGE
MIDNIGHT
I walked out onto the back porch of the farmhouse and stood at the edge of the steps in front of the battlegrounds. I tucked the earpiece behind my ear and straightened my moonstone earrings. A cold wind kicked up, tossing my robes around me as I unsheathed my broadsword.
I’d feared April would have gone with something sparkly with sequins for my ceremony garb, but when I’d zipped open the garment she’d given me, I found a beautiful hand-stitched ceremonial robe the color of a coral reef. Pinkish-orange fabric with a satin sheen—that reminded me all too much of my bedsheets at home.
I looked out at the boundary of the challenging ring, lit up by torches and the cascading light of the larger-than-life-looking full moon that presided over the battlefield. Only twenty-five minutes remained until the beginning of the eclipse. I prayed we’d be able to stop Caleb and his army before that happened. Otherwise, the moon would turn red, and all hell would break loose. The Etlu clan stood in a circle within the torches, the ceremonial “guardians of the ring,” as Jarem had called them. They held their spears perfectly straight, despite the strong wind that whipped at their jewel-toned robes.
Beyond the guardians, I saw the silhouettes of figures waiting in the fields outside the ring. I caught the reflection of moonlight glinting in several of their eyes.
Urbats. Crowds of Urbats.
At least a hundred total from what I could make out.
“Are they all here to challenge?” I asked Lisa as I took my place next to her between two torches, unable to hide the worry in my voice. “There’re so many.”
“Spectators mostly.” She steadied her spear in her hand. “I hope.”
“Where did they come from?”
“Everywhere,” she said. “A Challenging Ceremony is one of the few things that will bring Urbat out en masse.” She scanned the crowd. “I count representatives from at least fifteen different packs in attendance. The Oberots sent their alpha and his son all the way from Russia. They wouldn’t have come if at least one of them weren’t planning on making a challenge. They’ve been keen on merging our two packs for quite some time.”
“Any sign of Caleb?” I scanned the crowd once more, but I didn’t see anyone I recognized. No Akhs or Gelals. No Shadow Kings.
Lisa shook her head. “It’s starting.”
She held her spear and stood at attention, looking toward the barn. Gabriel, in his burgundy robes, exited the barn. A second person followed, dressed in a robe that glistened like it had been spun from actual gold. The hood of the robe hid his face, but I could tell by the way he carried himself that it was Daniel.
Jarem, next to Lisa, began to hammer the shaft of his spear against the ground. It made little noise itself, but then Lisa and the other spear bearers joined in. Banging, banging, banging their spears against the hardened dirt floor until it sounded like the beat of tribal drums, heralding Daniel and Gabriel into the ring. The two walked in rhythm with the beat until they came to the epicenter of the challenging ring. Gabriel stood on the wooden platform Bellamy had built over the spot where Sirhan died. It was the place where the ceremony was to begin—and end. The winner would be declared from that spot.
I heard a low murmur from the crowd above the drumming, commenting and speculating as to why Gabriel hadn’t entered the ring alone.
Gabriel raised his arms. The pounding stopped, and the crowd quieted.
“I know many of you came this evening believing I, as Sirhan’s beta, would be the prime challenger,” Gabriel said. He spoke loudly, projecting his voice, even though there wasn’t much need in a crowd with superhuman hearing. “However, two nights ago, Sirhan named a new successor. His grandson, Daniel Etlu of the Etlu Clan.”