Moon Spell (The Tale of Lunarmorte #1) (12 page)

His change in tone made her frown and she quickly got to her feet. “I
’
m not five years old,” she said dryly, brushing past him. She stopped abruptly and turned back to face him; he nearly crashed right into her having been tailing right behind her. She drew in a deep breath as her heart thudded again at his proximity. She had to crane her neck back to gaze up at his face. “And...” she managed. “Just so you know, I don
’
t cry like that normally.”

Lucien lips quirked up at the corner. “I actually believe that.”

Hmm
, she wasn
’
t sure what he meant by that, or how she should respond.

It was quiet
out here, just as he liked it. Being Pack Leader he didn
’
t really have much time for himself, and so was always the more appreciative of quiet moments such as these. Caia walked a few steps ahead of him, stepping over bracken and rocks as they picked their way through the woods. Lucien let her have some space for a while, knowing she probably needed some time to collect herself. She seemed embarrassed for having been caught crying. Lykans were an emotional lot, he was used to women crying and shouting over nothing. But the sight of Caia curled up on the bathroom floor with true pain behind her eyes had done something to his insides. He never wanted to see her like that again. Damn these unexpected feelings towards her - they had hit him from the left field.

“It
’
s heaven out here.” She stopped in front of him, her head tilted back as she breathed in heady earth.

Lucien smiled, strolling towards her slowly. “It
’
s why I chose the house.”

“I can see that.” She opened her eyes and smiled gently back at him. Her eyes were still red and puffy from her crying, but at the same time the green in them seemed to be electrified from all the tears. He felt himself caught in her gaze, feeling like a shy teenager all of a sudden. At the long silence she quirked her eyebrow in amusement.  Lucien cleared his throat feeling himself flush. What on Gaia was going on with him?

“Uh-” He looked away from her, staring ahead into the deepening forest. “Uh... Oh did ah... Irini tell you the story about the pack history?”

“No. Apparently Irini didn
’
t tell me much,” she replied dryly.

Lucien thought he caught a note of annoyance in her voice and narrowed his eyes on her. “Are you angry about that?”

“No.” She sighed, her sweet face crumpling wearily. “I even understand it. It
’
s just... hard.”

Her response touched him. Lykans were such volatile beings, usually quick to anger and frustration. But she wasn
’
t like that. The kindness with which she seemed to approach everything and everyone appeared too honest to be anything other than the truth of her. It made it hard to keep his guard up around her. She seemed to pose no threat whatsoever.

He shoved his hands in his jeans pocket and started walking ahead.

“Where are you going?”

“Into the story. Are you coming?” He threw back over his shoulder.

He heard her laugh at his whimsy and then pick up speed until she was striding by his side. “Remember to slow it down a little. My legs are like an entire foot shorter than yours.”

“Are they really?” He let his gaze wander over them flirtatiously and then laughed when he saw her blush. She was too easy to tease.

“The story,” she reminded him wryly.

Lucien chuckled. “Right.” He glanced at her as she stepped gracefully over a small fallen tree limb. “You know the pack originates from Portugal, right?”

She nodded, not taking her eyes from her path. “Some of our surnames give it away,” she reminded him.

“Right... And you know about Lunarmorte?”

“Lunarmorte. Moon Death,” she breathed. “I can
’
t believe you fought one.”

He felt a sharp pain in his chest at the reminder. “I don
’
t like to talk about it.” He was curt. He didn
’
t mean to be, but discussing how he had killed a man he had grown up with, brought with it a hailstorm of pain that was just a little too overwhelming to bear.

“Of course. Sorry.”

The patience in her eyes made him sigh in relief. If he
’
d spoken that way to his mother or Irini - or any of the women in his pack for that matter
–
they
’
d have more than likely snarled and stomped away from him, in hurt.

“Do you know why we have Lunarmorte and other packs don
’
t?” He continued in her easy company.

Caia shook her head, her brow creasing. “I didn
’
t know it was something only we did.  I mean, I know we
’
re the only ones that call it that, but I assumed the concept was universal.”

“Not really. It has to do with where our pack began.”

They walked further into the woods until he touched her shoulder and indicated for her to start walking in a different direction. She seemed more relaxed around him now, for that he was grateful.

He smiled slightly when she glanced back up at him, her eyes expectant for the story.

“The pack
’
s story really began with our ancestor Aurelio Lorenço,” he began. The words came easily to him as he had told this story a million times to the kids of the pack, who for some reason requested it as a bedtime story more often than not. He snorted, lykans really were weird. “You see many, many years before Aurelio
’
s time the blood of the lykan had found its way into the family gene pool. We
’
re not sure who, or when, as these things have a tendency to become confused and marred by rumor and gossip over the centuries. What we do know is that the Lorenço
’
s were a prosperous family of aristocratic lineage. Aurelio was in fact the brother of a Baron, Godofredo Lorenço. They were lykans but … two very different kinds. Godofredo, like the rest of his family and his ancestors, did not harm humans, in fact he married one. Aurelio, on the other hand, believed humans were beneath the touch of his family and hunted them like game. He was furious when his brother married a human girl, and soon began causing trouble. Before, his murders had been committed outside of their county. Godofredo knew of his brothers crimes, and other than some fervent pleading with him, did nothing to stop him. He loved him, wanted to protect him. When Godofredo married, however, Aurelio began taking humans from their local village. The people only began to suspect the Lorenço family after Godofredo
’
s wife became one of the victims, and Aurelio showed no signs of grief. In fact, he seemed to revel in her death quite publicly. Godofredo was devastated and banished Aurelio from the county. But it was too late. The people had grown suspicious of the true nature of the Lorenços, and they drove them from the county, and eventually the country. Our pack became nomads, visiting everywhere and settling nowhere. That
’
s one of the many reasons this pack forbids marriage to humans.”

He sighed and caught her gaze as she looked up at him. “We were settled before the Hunter, of course. And now, we
’
re settled again. But the history of the Lorenço family gives you an idea of why we have the rituals we have. With some nobility, and as was with the Lorenço line, the line is held through primogeniture. However, as seen with human nobility, sometimes a first born son never comes along. That
’
s why the Lorenço
’
s created what we call Lunarmorte.”

Caia shook her head, gazing in front of her, her cat eyes wide.

“What? What are you thinking?” he asked, and was surprised to realize that he really wanted to know. Ryder was right. Different
was
fascinating.

She laughed, a light feathery laugh that hit him low in his belly. “I
’
m just in awe, I guess.” She shook her head. “I can
’
t believe how old the pack is. I always thought we were a pretty young pack.”

“Well we are.” Lucien smirked. “We
’
re early modern. There are packs out there that can trace their ancestry as far back to Charlemagne.”

“Wow.”

“I
’
ll say. But that
’
s nothing compared to how old some of the families of the other supernaturals are.”

“I always liked history in school.”

“You said.” He smiled, and Caia caught his look, chuckling as she too remembered his awkward attempt at conversation with her yesterday in his car. It seemed a million years away now.

“Will we turn back?”

Caia nodded. “I
’
m pretty beat.”

His eyes narrowed in on the dark circles under her eyes; the weariness in them matched the limpness of her body. He sighed. “Tomorrow will be a better day.”

She nodded, but her eyes looked almost longingly behind him into the woods, and then she turned to gaze in the direction that would lead them to the house. Lucien felt his breath catch, watching the play of emotions across her face. She really didn
’
t want to be here with the pack, with him.

Well, too bad.

Without thinking he gently took hold of her elbow and started guiding her back to the house. He let go when she complied and ignored the questions in her eyes.

The rest of the week passed in a blur for Caia. There were so many members of the pack that came over to discuss their problems with Lucien, some even to introduce themselves to her again. It eased her worries a little. With the exception of Alexa, who hadn
’
t spoken to her since their last exchange in the lunchroom, and Yvana, whom she hadn
’
t seen again, the pack had so far been friendly and welcoming. Ryder hung around a lot and always made her feel like a long lost sister - joking with her, bringing her some movies to watch. It felt nice.

By the end of the week, she was sure her exhaustion was unparalleled. But she had one more performance to put in because Jaeden and her family were staying for dinner that night. She was up in her room, beating her head against the wall over a problem in her calculus homework, when she heard the two cars coming up the gravel driveway.  She glanced at her watch. It was seven o
’
clock. The aromas coming from the kitchen had been mouth-watering since she had gotten home from school. Again, Ella had refused her help.

“I
’
d like to cook sometime. Do anything to, you know, do my bit,” Caia had told her as Ella physically shooed her out of the kitchen.

“Oh of course, honey.” Ella had smiled brightly. “And you will. Just not today.”

“I could set the table.”

“Irini is going to do that.”

“I could tidy the sitting room.” She
’
d gestured towards said room from the hallway.

Ella had frowned at that. “I did that already,” she
’
d replied, sounding piqued.

Caia had laughed, abashed. “Of course you did. It looks great.”

“Go do your homework.”

She had obeyed the quelling look in Ella
’
s eye and left her to it.

Caia sighed and looked back at her calculus problem.

“Caia! They
’
re here!” Ella called from the bottom of the stairs.

“I
’
ll be back,” she growled at her homework. “Maybe, somehow by magik, I
’
ll have the answer when I do.”

Stopping to check her reflection before she left the room Caia was reminded once again, as her eyes washed over her jeans and plain white shirt, that no matter what she wore she really was the plain Jane of the lykan world. She glared back at her homework and then back into the mirror. Whoever came up with the phrase
‘
you can
’
t win
‘
em all
’
obviously had at least
one
thing going for them; how about
‘
you can
’
t win anything; nada; zilch
’
, hmm?

“Ugh.” She shook her head at herself. “Self-pity is not a good color on you.”

They were congregated in the living room. Dimitri with his family and there seemed to be a lot of them. And then Magnus. She grinned at him, feeling her nerves dissipate a little.

“Hey kid.” He grinned back.

This should be OK. Right?
She glanced at Jaeden who smiled at her as she wrestled with a squirming toddler. Caia
’
s nerves began to melt away as Dimitri hugged her, followed by Magnus, and then pretty much everyone else. It was nothing like her experience with Yvana. Warmth emanated from them all, Magnus sticking protectively by her side. Dimitri
’
s wife, Julia, was introduced to her first. A gorgeous woman Caia presumed was ages with Ella - goddess knew how old that may be - Julia hugged Caia to her, and said it was good to have her back. Then there was Dimitri
’
s eldest, Christian, and his wife, Lucia, who both were friendly and sincere. And then Jaeden came forward and introduced the bubbly three-year old in her arms as her niece, Jaela.