Клэр Белл - The Named - The Complete Series

“Shongshar, do you remember the promise you made to me the night you were given your name?”

His ears twitched as if he wanted to lay them back and hiss at her.“Yes,” he said harshly. His eyes widened, becoming frightened, almost pleading. “Clan leader, isn’t it too soon to tell? I’m sure my cubs will have the light in their eyes when they are older. You can’t judge them now. Please, give them some time. I know what Bira thinks, and she’s wrong; I know she is.”

Ratha wanted to turn away from him, but she forced herself to stay where she was and show no expression.“Do you regret that promise to me?” she asked him.

“No. There was no other choice. If I hadn’t come to you, I would have died,” he said simply. “But I thought it would be easy to give up my cubs. I never knew how I would feel about them.”

Thakur knew, she thought.That was the reason he was worried.

“I won’t judge them now,” she said, looking directly at him. “You are right; it is not yet time. But the time will come when I must judge them and you must accept my decision.”

His tail drooped and he looked at the ground.“I understand, clan leader.”

He said no more and went back to playing with the cubs, but his movements seemed slower and less spirited. Ratha found it easier not to watch as she went away.

The following day, Ratha visited the nursery. The weather seemed to share her stormy mood. Spring had retreated back into winter, with gusty winds that blew her fur backward and stole the warmth from her coat. Despite the weather, the mothers had brought their cubs out; two females were looking after a large collection of active youngsters.

Most of the cubs had mastered the skill of walking and were now attempting to run. The nursery enclosure was full of spotted bodies hurtling from one side to the other. Ratha watched their antics until she heard someone coming toward her from the opposite direction. It was Fessran, carrying one of Bira’s cubs in her mouth. She had a meaningful look in her eyes that said she was not just bringing the cub out to play. Ratha had almost been expecting something like this. Although Fessran had continued to care for Bira’s cubs, she missed her own and the strain of worrying about two litters, in addition to her duties as Firekeeper leader, was making her curt and short-tempered.

Behind Fessran, Ratha saw Shongshar with the other.“Drani,” Ratha heard Fessran say to one of the two other females who were there, “you have so many litterlings that a few more shouldn’t trouble you. I’ll make sure Bira takes her turn here since these are hers.”

Fessran backed out, allowing Shongshar to slither through the narrow cleft between the rocks and deposit the second cub. Drani hissed at the unexpected entry of a male and Shongshar hastily retreated, tailfirst.

“If you see Bira,” said Fessran irritably, “tell her she can feed her own wretched cubs. I want mine back.” Then she was gone.

Ratha settled down to watch Bira’s youngsters as they made their first attempts to enter the group. Unexpectedly, Shongshar hopped up beside her. Drani looked at him and growled.

“Oh, stop it. He isn’t going to hurt them,” Ratha snapped.

Shongshar sent Ratha a grateful look as he found a seat on the boulder. The wind teased his silver fur and spread the hairs of his tail against the rock. He leaned down, picked up his little female cub by the scruff and began washing her. When he was finished, he put the litterling back in the nursery.

Another cub pattered up to her and tried to touch noses. She shook herself and walked away. The other youngster followed, trying to sniff her tail. With a silent snarl and laid-back ears, she jumped on him and seized his ear. With a squeal, the other cub backed away dragging her with him.

“No, no, no!” the clan-cub cried shrilly, using the only word he knew. Finally he managed to shake her off and retreated, looking totally bewildered.

“Come here,” Shongshar growled at his daughter. She gave him one glance and then bounced away beyond reach of his paw. Drani had to catch her and deliver her back to her father. He took her by the scruff and set her between his paws while Ratha watched. “No,” he said sternly. “No. You shouldn’t do that to the other cubs.”

She looked at him blankly and struggled to get free. When Shongshar put her back in the nursery, she promptly attacked another litterling and paid no attention to his scolding. It took a sharp cuff from Drani to free the victim, and the culprit was again delivered to her father.

“She’s not used to other cubs,” Shongshar said, with a faintly embarrassed look at Ratha. This time, he kept the cub in front of him, giving Ratha a good chance to study her closely. Her eyes were a gray-blue, with odd orange flecks. She was definitely larger and stronger than the other litterlings, but her stare was as flat and unfocused as that of a newborn whose eyes had just opened.

Ratha suspected that Shongshar couldn’t control her because she couldn’t understand his words. The only language she knew was that of growls and cuffs. She wasn’t surprised when Shongshar took his daughter by the nape and left the nursery. He reappeared a short time later and picked up the young male.

Ratha waited before she decided to go after Shongshar. He must know by now that his cubs will never bear names,she thought.Bira knows and she has cut herself off from them. He must do the same or leave clan ground.

The late afternoon sun had slipped behind a cloud and the rocks beneath her were starting to chill. Wearily she rose and left the nursery, seeking the path to Shongshar’s den, a trail her feet were coming to know too well.

He was there, lying across the entrance to the lair as if guarding the way in. Two spotted faces peered out over his back. He lifted his head, showing his profile, and his lip drew back to expose the length of his fangs. He did not look at her.

Ratha sat down, keeping her distance. She waited as the shadows of trees and bushes lengthened, spreading across the ground to the mouth of the den. Her own shadow crept with the others until it touched him.

The wind shifted, blowing his scent to her. She smelled the pungent odor of anger and the bitter acrid scent of despair. She rose and took one pace toward him. The orange glow in his eyes deepened and his nape lifted. Fear struck at her and she fought it aside.

“You have long fangs, Shongshar,” she said. “They could easily find my throat. Killing me would not change the truth about your litterlings.”

“It is not you I would kill, clan leader,” Shongshar answered in a low growl.

Ratha’s gaze hardened. “If you seek revenge on Bira, you are wrong. She is clan born. Had she taken someone other than you—”

“It is not Bira’s fault. I know that.”

Her fear eased, but she remained wary.“Bira will not return to these cubs. Now that you know what they are, you must abandon them and never think of them again.”

The little female started to climb over Shongshar’s back. He took her by the scruff, laid her down between his paws and began licking her, even though she smelled as though she had already been washed. Ratha sensed this was his answer.

At last he looked up at her and said,“I didn’t know how I would feel about my cubs when I made you the promise that gave me my name. I didn’t know how hard it would be.” His eyes added the accusation,You can’t know how hard it is, clan leader.

Her belly ached for him in his sorrow.“You think I ask you to give up your cubs without knowing the bitterness of it?” she asked. He had begun licking the female cub again, but he stopped and laid a paw over her.

“I will tell you something,” Ratha said to him. “I have told it to only one other among the Named. I bore a litter of cubs like yours. I took a male who came from outside the clan, like you. When I realized that my young were witless, I nearly went mad.” The words poured out of her as the memory came flooding back. “I attacked my mate and tried to kill one of the cubs. He drove me away. Later, he died. I don’t know what happened to the cubs; they are probably dead now.”