Luna of Mine, Book 8 The Grey Wolves Series

by Quinn Loftis

  Like all magnetic objects going in the same direction, they repelled each other. Blake dove in head first into island life while Kaleb rejected almost everything, especially The Guard. He hated how Blake and Mica got serious about joining, and blamed them for dragging me along. He never understood my reasons were my own.

  We’d all fought badly and Kaleb went in search of trouble bad enough to get him sent off for good. He snuck over to the tiny island to see Pinhold’s secret symbol for himself. The ancient pin supposedly stood straight up on a tiny tip, balanced magnetically on a rock in the middle of our archipelago.

  Only members of the island elite had seen it, only those in The Guard, and Kaleb, who resented them tremendously, didn’t believe in the pin’s existence, and had attempted to see it for himself. Tonight, I’d see it for the first time, so of course, Kaleb was on my mind.

  For Blake, Mica and I, this was the beginning of everything – the annual summer kick off called First Night. We went to have fun, eventually, but our attendance was symbolic.

  We’d pledge our interest The Guard and spend the next few months competing for a few limited openings. First Night also kicked off the new season of the Surf Carnival, a two-month competition in extreme surf rescuing. I didn’t plan to join The Guard but I needed to win enough contests to be able to leave the island for good.

  Unlike every girl for a hundred miles, I usually ignored the flirtatious compliments that rolled so easily off Blake’s tongue. I was well aware that he was gorgeous, technically. Be he didn’t attract me at all.

  Still, tonight I’d worked hard on getting the right look. I’d skipped my basic racing tank and board shorts, pairing a white bikini and red tank with a denim skirt that looked nearly too tight in just the right way.

  “You did not look like that when I came home for Spring Break. No one’s gonna mistake you for Mica again,” said Blake’s big brother, Billy, as he came down their driveway pushing a keg. My face reddened more as the older boy called attention to the fact that with his longish surfer boy hair and my complete lack of girlish curves, Mica and I had passed for identical twins, until only very, very recently.

  “Missed you too, Billy,” I grumbled, accepting a huge bear hug. Mica and I had adopted Billy as our surrogate big brother ages ago and I’d missed him when he left for college. He’d come back to do his medical residency and he’d brought his girlfriend, Celeste. “When did you get here?” I asked.

  “A couple hours ago. I went up to see Kaleb after I took my boards. “He wanted me to wish you good luck for tonight,” Billy said.

  “Sure he did.” Mica snorted, echoing my own sentiments. As Nippers, Kaleb and I had vowed that we’d never join The Guard. I planned to keep that promise, although Kaleb didn’t know it. No one did.

  Billy looked at the pink of the sky, picked up the keg and plopped it into the passenger seat of the small electric vehicle. Proper cars and gas engines of any kind were banned on Pinhold, for environmental reasons. So we got around in dune buggies and golf carts. Billy had borrowed a golf cart with the back of a small truck to transport the keg to the party spot.

  “That puts you lot in back,” he said, gesturing to the small flatbed.

  I attempted to climb up into the truck and came up against the limits of my short skirt, falling backwards into Blake. He caught me before we both tumbled to the ground, his large, square hands stayed on my hips, holding me up. I jumped away from him, quickly, like I always did when we wound up touching.

  Mica put his hands on the rails and vaulted gracefully into the back. Which made me want to pound him with my something.

  “Let me help,” Blake offered, lifting me into the back of the cart before climbing in myself. I crammed against Mica, attempting to sit down, but no matter how I wiggled, we couldn’t fit all three of us across.

  “This worked a lot better last summer,” Blake said in that smooth, slow tone that made people lean in to hear him.

  “Extra workouts paid off,” Mica said, giving Blake a high five.

  I squirmed away from both of them, standing again.

  “I’ll walk,” said Blake, getting up like a gentleman.

  “Nah,” said Mica, squinting at the setting sun. “Can’t be late. Cami can sit on your lap.”

  When the boys had satisfactorily arranged their legs, I settled on Blake, gingerly, trying not to keep some space. Then, Billy gunned the gas and the cart took off.

  I flew sideways and back down on Blake. “I’ve got you,” he said locking his arms around me, holding on just tightly enough to keep me safe. Being this close to him made me slightly nauseas, like nails on the chalkboard. He disrupted my equilibrium, and not in a good way. I liked him plenty as a friend and appreciated him as eye candy, but I wasn’t attracted to him that way at all. Probably because I’d been hearing how perfect he was for me every day since birth.

  Billy slowed down through the center of town to avoid the day-trippers who walked slowly back to the ferry, blissed out from their beach days.

  “Mainer,” Mica muttered under his breath, when a cute guy with a surfboard locked eyes with me. I smiled back, only to get an elbow in the gut from my brother.

  “Be nice,” Billy called from the front. “Those folks pay your salary this summer and make The Guard possible. Which you’ll appreciate, if you get in, of course.”

  “Have you seen me swim lately? I’ve beat all the local records—even yours,” Mica said.

  “Tonight’s not about speed. Swimming from the little island the main beach represents rebirth,” said Billy.

  “Don’t go all zen surf nut on me, Bill,” laughed Mica. “This is Pinhold. It’s a race every time you get in the water.”

  “For Nippers, yes. But The Guard’s about other things,” Billy warned, wrestling the golfie onto the beach path. Dune buggy wheels helped but it was still a bumpy ride.

  “I’m more than ready for the big game,” Mica said.

  His casual tone disguised his frustration at having to wait so many years. Those feelings sent to me—dark, angry thoughts that clicked directly from his brain to mine like telepathic text messages that I loved and hated. Our deepest secrets bounced between our brains, and I couldn’t hide anything. Mica was half of my heart; but I was never alone with my thoughts.

  Right then, he knew I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin. Blake had me so itchy I couldn’t wait to get off of him. I jumped as soon as the truck got close to the bonfire spot, before we’d even stopped. I shed my skirt and tank and ran to the water’s edge where antique wooden watercrafts and Billy’s girlfriend, Celeste, waited for us.

  “I’m so curious, even though I know I shouldn’t be,” Celeste whispered as she gave me a hug.

  “They don’t really appreciate curiosity,” I said in agreement. Technically, The Guard was a surf rescue club. They existed in popular surfing spots around the world to supplement the beach lifeguards and they hosted surf carnivals. But here on Pinhold, they acted more like a secret society, with ceremonies and rituals for members only.

  Celeste hadn’t been born on Island or descended from one of the original ten families who had landed here eons ago, so she would never get in. Blake, Mica and I at least had a chance.

  Billy paddled to a little island that sat independent of the rest of Pinhold, broken off from the larger landmass with the eruption of an ancient volcano.

  I jumped from the wooden craft and ran through the shallow surf. Thirty lava rocks swirled in a sacred spiral, with members of The Guard around them. Some held torches to provide fire and light, and others beat rhythms on stones that sounded like ocean waves, like the ancient conversation between sea and land.

  I’d heard the drums from home over the years, but they never sounded like this before. It enveloped me, connecting me to the union of nature, time, and the many who’d come here before me. I breathed in, savoring the connection, when Blake caught my eye. He smiled, and I knew he felt the same.

  His grandfather, Stoney and my grandmot
her, stood in the middle of the circle. Both were Elders in The Guard, revered for their wisdom, athletic prowess, and lifelong commitment.

  The single most important thing drilled into us, year in and year out, was a responsibility to take care of the island and the ocean around us. Tonight’s ceremony renewed that commitment for all attendees. But my friends and I would take the pledge for the first time.

  Can’t we just skip to the party? Mica clicked, disturbing me with his intense impatience. His average emotional temperature always burned higher and dipped lower than mine. His feelings influenced us more frequently, but I wanted to enjoy tonight.

  Stop. Breathe. This is happening. Look around and enjoy it, ok? I clicked back, attempting to do the same.

  Two sets of twins—me and Mica, and Andrew and Darwen. Blake stood by Shayla, mismatched because neither of their twins were there. Around us stood relatives; the combined generations of The Guard who’d prepared us for this since we were born.

  “Welcome to First Night,” said Stoney. He was Blake’s grandfather and their rumbly voices were so much alike. “Please close your eyes.”

  Following orders, I concentrated on the shadows and flashes in my mind and let my other senses capture the moment. Briny saltwater and honeysuckle hit my nose, the wind shivering with expectation.

  “On this First Night, we rededicate ourselves to an ancient covenant symbolized by this pin which represents the balance in our world. You join those who’ve come before you and vow to protect the ocean from land, nature from man. You may now look.”

  As head lifeguard, Stoney had top authority on our Island and the run of this ritual. Silver flashed through his long fingers, the famous pin. I recognized it without ever seeing it before. Stoney placed it on a central stone.

  The pin needed to stand at a right angle to the ocean, representing the pivotal balance between ocean and land, animal, and man. When it did, our Island, our people, and the ocean stayed healthy. When it tilted, disease and disaster would come.

  I held my breath, wondering how it looked for us this year. The pin wavered for just a moment, then landed perpendicular to the horizon line. A celebratory cheer went up all around us, and the music started again.

  A combination of beats, claps, clicks, and hums were something I’d heard since birth, but never in a ceremony like this. Rhythm and music were a big part of Pinhold life. Visitors joined our weekly drum circles on the beach, and stayed to listen to the wave organ built into the cliffs that played a series of gongs at high tide. Tonight, they stirred that feeling of connection and continuity that had always eluded me before.

  To the untrained ear, the clicks and whistles probably sounded like nothing more than rhythmic nonsense playing along with the beat. In reality they were imitations of the sounds made by the dolphins that lived in our bay—we were inviting them to join us and witness our commitment to protect their home.

  “We call you to pledge yourself as the guardians of the sea. Witnessed by the sacred swirl, do you pledge to protect the ocean from land and the animals from man?” Stoney asked. His voice pulsed in time with the pounding drumbeats.

  “Yes,” said six voices in unison, including mine.

  “Now, it is time to answer in the language of the ancients.” Stony instructed, keeping his voice low. “When I touch you, repeat after me.”

  Stony started with Mica. The strange sounds rolled from his tongue with ease. Instantly I heard the dolphins chattering over the kicked up breeze. My heart jumped along with their increased activity in the water. Legend said we needed them to witness our pledge, but they didn’t come for every ritual anymore.

  As each of my friends took the vow, the dolphins’ talk faded, as if they headed the wrong way. The tension grew palpable until Blake spoke, when the noise got louder, but not closer. Finally, my turn came.

  I inhaled deeply and shut my eyes, seeing the location of the dolphins clearly in my mind. They frolicked in the riptide off towards the open ocean. They heard us calling them but did not swim closer to watch. For maximum success, we needed them to join our swim. My heart churned as I realized now, that was all up to me.

  I wondered how on earth I’d reach them with my low, scratchy voice. Speaking loudly never worked well for me. Then, I heard their noises change as they went under the surface to play and swim even further from us.

  You can do this, clicked Mica, straight into my brain. Slow and low. He said the syllables silently, emphasizing all the proper points for inflection. With this info, I realized Stoney hadn’t repeated it perfectly. Somehow Mica had already learned which tones to pay attention to.

  I repeated it silently then spoke it as loudly as possible. My voice lacked volume but I added energy by sending vibrations swirling through my bones, through the rocks and into the water, hoping to reach the dolphins below the surface.

  They reacted instantly, repeating the clicks and whistles I made sound for sound. Quickly they moved towards me, churning through the thirty-foot sea waves that made Pinhold a famous surfing spot.

  “Again!” Stoney said, insistently. I listened, repeating myself five more times, until the dolphins came right into the bay. The mood shifted and I opened my eyes to the pure joy of their arrival. As if sensing my attention, the huge pod began playing and showing off. They flipped, jumped and twisted in the air.

  “Well done,” Stoney said, looking proud of us all. “Now, go join the guardians of the sea for the traditional swim.”

  I took a second to appreciate their silvery grey bodies moving before I dove off the rocks, getting in the water first. While everyone in The Guard swam, only those of us pledging for the first time had anything to prove.

  The inky-black water surrounding me hid silvery bodies darting around. They brushed against me, skin like neoprene, swimming in front, behind, churning the water to actually move me along. I stayed with them as long as I could, reluctant to give up my primo spot for something as ordinary as air. When I finally surfaced, a dolphin with skin brighter than the others stopped; raised her head and stared. It felt like she recognized me, but I knew I’d never seen her before.

  I’d heard of her, of course. White dolphins played a large role in Pinhold mythology. Based on her size and age, she was the elusive albino born the month before me. I never believed she actually existed.

  She dove back under the water and I followed without taking enough oxygen. Underwater, she nudged me forward, and as I picked up speed, she came alongside me. Her smooth movement created a slipstream, a pocket in the liquid that let me stay right against her. I focused on staying with her as we moved in front of the crowd and lost track of all the other dolphins, and people too.

  Underwater, time passed differently. I didn’t realize that I had forgotten to breathe until I landed next to the dolphin on some jagged rocks, gasping for air. I couldn’t move my body, no matter what I tried.

  A sharp fragment of rock dug into that soft indented space behind my ear. Blood—the dolphin's and mine—mixed in the water between us, and she looked wan, instead of pearly white. I got worried. She flopped her tail a few times, unable to get off of the rock. When I moaned in pain, she stopped doing that and looked right at me with one eye. I blinked for a second, breaking the stare when I felt her pulse. I knew it was there. It came through my skin and into my bones, right to the spot that hurt the worst. At once, the blood clotted and the pain stopped. But, I was still stranded too far away for anyone near the bonfire on the beach to see.

  Then, Blake sprang from the ocean like a dolphin with wings, or at least that’s what it looked like to me. I tried to smile, but my lips wouldn’t move and since my eyes weren’t all the way open, he set up for mouth-to-mouth. If the situation were reversed, I would have too.

  Gently he began to push on my chest, counting to thirty. Like the dolphin’s pulse, his touch went right through me. Once I could move again, I didn’t want to. Blake went forward with his plan, adjusting my throat carefully before touching his mouth on mine. At th
at moment, my attraction shifted from neutral to positive.

  A magnetic reversal had reset my internal compass on a molecular level and I needed to kiss him for my very existence to make sense. I felt his shock, and then his interest as he shifted gears from rescue to romance, kissing me back until we heard Mica’s panicked yell and froze in place.

  “Mica, stop, I’m fine. It’s a scratch,” I said, struggling to sit up on the rocks. I showed him the roughened skin on my shoulder that was nothing worse than a surfing thrash. Looking into his identical silver eyes, I clicked to convince him I wasn’t the one who needed help.

  The dolphin wriggled on the rocks next to me, chirping, clicking and whistling in a very stressed-sounding tone. The dolphins who answered her calls followed her out of the water and on to the beach. Everyone who had completed the swim, as well as those waiting on land for the party, worked furiously to get them off the black lava sand that tended to scratch skin.

  Getting each dolphin back in the water meant lifting at least four hundred pounds of struggling muscle, turning them around and carrying them until the bay was deep enough for them to swim. It was noisy and terrifying, but the other dolphins were getting the help they needed, so I gave all of my attention to the one beside me.

  “Guys, help me with her, please!” I said to Blake and Mica, putting my arms around her in order to prevent her from hurting herself more. Though her skin felt like the sturdy rubber of a wet suit, I saw from the scrapes already on her that it was as sensitive as mine.

  “On three,” Mica said. He and Blake had moved on either side of the dolphin and had wedged their arms underneath her body to protect her from the scraggy surface as we pushed her back into the sea.

  We carried her until we were waist deep, releasing her as soon as it was possible. Then, we all collapsed in the water, reeling from the stress of so many dolphins beaching on the sand at once. She took a second to nuzzle us, showing gratitude. But we couldn’t stay in the happy moment for long. We needed to help the other dolphins, whose clicks and whistles had gone from playful to stressed; the ones safe in the water, as well as those stuck on the sand.