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Authors: Bianca D'Arc
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the altar, stood Hilda, Jenny and Matt.
And everyone— everyone —was now looking at Morgan. Talk about making an entrance. Morgan cringed inwardly.
“Good, you’re here. Now, we can begin,” Hilda said in a cheery voice, as if every set of eyes in the entire gathering weren’t sizing up the newcomer. “Come over here, Morgan. You’re taking one of the cardinal points to represent the Brotherhood.”
It was mid-afternoon, so it was obvious that none of the vampires could attend this particular ceremony, though she was pretty sure they’d come at dusk to do whatever Hilda might ask of them. Morgan hadn’t quite thought far enough ahead to realize that the priestess would be involved in this. Morgan had foolishly believed this was going to be like a human groundbreaking ceremony, with speeches and shovels of dirt flying for photo ops.
What it really was, was some kind of mystical, magical mumbo jumbo with fire and altars and cardinal points…and a priestess. Morgan should have seen it coming, but maybe it was a touch of willful blindness on her part that hadn’t let her think things through. These homes were being built for shifters. Of course there was going to be more to the story than simply digging a little dirt for the cameras.
Resigned to her fate, Morgan made her way through the silent rings of shifters, heading for the altar.
“Good to see you again, Morgan,” Hilda said quietly as she approached. “I’ve given you the South for Fire.” Hilda nodded to a spot, opposite Matt. Morgan hadn’t looked straight at him, yet, and avoided it, now, but they would be standing opposite each other, the altar between them. “Matt is Earth. I’m Air, and Jenny is Water,” Hilda continued. “I chose these designations for each of us because of your unique natures. Jenny is the mother energy. She has learned to flow and adapt like water, and her strength builds slowly but is nearly unstoppable.”
Morgan privately thought Hilda was giving Jenny a bit of a pep talk with those words. Morgan looked at the female werewolf and saw her take heart from the priestess’s comments. Hilda was, no doubt, good at her job, but Morgan had never given the woman a chance to try on her. Morgan silently hoped Hilda wasn’t going to turn that analytical gaze on her next.
Morgan breathed a little sigh of relief when Hilda picked on Matt instead.
“Matt is Earth, because like the earth, he is strong and supportive. He is deeply rooted and stable. He has seen and done much and has remained firm and unyielding.” Morgan resolved not to look at Matt, instead focusing on Hilda. She was caught by those eerie gray eyes when Hilda turned to her. “And you, Morgan, have been through fire. You know its pains and its triumphs. Your spirit lights our way.”
Hilda released her, turning away, and Morgan fought not to droop. Thank the Goddess that was over. She counted herself lucky to have escaped a more thorough explanation of the fire she’d been through. Morgan didn’t know how much Marc had told Hilda, but it was clear her guardian had blabbed at least a little bit to the priestess. Darn it.
Hilda told them all to hold hands, and Morgan was glad she wasn’t directly next to Matt. She didn’t have to hold his hand—just the priestess’s and Jenny’s. What followed was a lot of chanting and words that Morgan mostly tuned out. She had never been big on ceremonies and had never been involved with the shifter side of religion all that much. Her mother had taught her to respect the Goddess, but that was about it. In fact, Morgan had never met a priestess before Marc had introduced her to Hilda.
Morgan woke up a bit when she felt the buildup of power. Her senses crackled as Hilda’s words seemed to draw strength from the slowly moving circles of shifters. The elements seemed to answer Hilda’s call as Morgan swore for a moment she could feel the fire of the torches burning through her and into the hands she held, circulating
And everyone— everyone —was now looking at Morgan. Talk about making an entrance. Morgan cringed inwardly.
“Good, you’re here. Now, we can begin,” Hilda said in a cheery voice, as if every set of eyes in the entire gathering weren’t sizing up the newcomer. “Come over here, Morgan. You’re taking one of the cardinal points to represent the Brotherhood.”
It was mid-afternoon, so it was obvious that none of the vampires could attend this particular ceremony, though she was pretty sure they’d come at dusk to do whatever Hilda might ask of them. Morgan hadn’t quite thought far enough ahead to realize that the priestess would be involved in this. Morgan had foolishly believed this was going to be like a human groundbreaking ceremony, with speeches and shovels of dirt flying for photo ops.
What it really was, was some kind of mystical, magical mumbo jumbo with fire and altars and cardinal points…and a priestess. Morgan should have seen it coming, but maybe it was a touch of willful blindness on her part that hadn’t let her think things through. These homes were being built for shifters. Of course there was going to be more to the story than simply digging a little dirt for the cameras.
Resigned to her fate, Morgan made her way through the silent rings of shifters, heading for the altar.
“Good to see you again, Morgan,” Hilda said quietly as she approached. “I’ve given you the South for Fire.” Hilda nodded to a spot, opposite Matt. Morgan hadn’t looked straight at him, yet, and avoided it, now, but they would be standing opposite each other, the altar between them. “Matt is Earth. I’m Air, and Jenny is Water,” Hilda continued. “I chose these designations for each of us because of your unique natures. Jenny is the mother energy. She has learned to flow and adapt like water, and her strength builds slowly but is nearly unstoppable.”
Morgan privately thought Hilda was giving Jenny a bit of a pep talk with those words. Morgan looked at the female werewolf and saw her take heart from the priestess’s comments. Hilda was, no doubt, good at her job, but Morgan had never given the woman a chance to try on her. Morgan silently hoped Hilda wasn’t going to turn that analytical gaze on her next.
Morgan breathed a little sigh of relief when Hilda picked on Matt instead.
“Matt is Earth, because like the earth, he is strong and supportive. He is deeply rooted and stable. He has seen and done much and has remained firm and unyielding.” Morgan resolved not to look at Matt, instead focusing on Hilda. She was caught by those eerie gray eyes when Hilda turned to her. “And you, Morgan, have been through fire. You know its pains and its triumphs. Your spirit lights our way.”
Hilda released her, turning away, and Morgan fought not to droop. Thank the Goddess that was over. She counted herself lucky to have escaped a more thorough explanation of the fire she’d been through. Morgan didn’t know how much Marc had told Hilda, but it was clear her guardian had blabbed at least a little bit to the priestess. Darn it.
Hilda told them all to hold hands, and Morgan was glad she wasn’t directly next to Matt. She didn’t have to hold his hand—just the priestess’s and Jenny’s. What followed was a lot of chanting and words that Morgan mostly tuned out. She had never been big on ceremonies and had never been involved with the shifter side of religion all that much. Her mother had taught her to respect the Goddess, but that was about it. In fact, Morgan had never met a priestess before Marc had introduced her to Hilda.
Morgan woke up a bit when she felt the buildup of power. Her senses crackled as Hilda’s words seemed to draw strength from the slowly moving circles of shifters. The elements seemed to answer Hilda’s call as Morgan swore for a moment she could feel the fire of the torches burning through her and into the hands she held, circulating
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