through the crowd and she felt someone come to stand next to her.
Bright Eyes smiled down at her and squeezed her hand reassuringly, “No more cry. Bright Eyes always stay. Not alone.”
Ella wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked hesitantly over to Old Mother, who seemed to be the one who made the decisions for the entire village.
The old woman smiled, then spoke loud enough for the others to hear, “Our people almost dead, when Wolf brought us first gift of Wolf Stone. Wolf Stone bring magic, bring Wolf spirit to hunt and protect, so our people live. Our people now strong,” She held out a stone in the palm of her hand for Ella to see. Four jagged scratches marked the rock. Old Mother nodded to the oldest boy, who now seemed much more at ease with Ella’s presence than he had before. He gave her a slight, wary smile.
Mist surrounded the six boys, and Ella watched in fascination as fur rippled along their bodies, and the boys vanished to be replaced with six giant wolves. The black wolf who stood in front, seemed bigger than the others, and he stood staring at her calmly through spotted, golden eyes. He whined lightly.
“Bright Eyes’ brother,” Bright Eyes informed her proudly, pointing to the wolf, “Name Running Wolf. He is U-la-gu, leader of wolf brothers.”
Ella caught herself smiling at the boy’s enthusiasm of his older sibling.
The Wolf is wise friend, he bring us girl and tell to make her safe. She now tribe. New sister name White Wolf. Make welcome,” Old Mother announced. The wolves yipped their approval and Bright Eyes tackled her in a hug.
“White Wolf now tribe!” Bright Eyes grinned happily, “Always have tribe! Never alone!”
***
“I know why they named you Bright Eyes, but why did they call me White Wolf?” Ella asked Bright Eyes days later as they gathered in corn from a field, “Is it because my hair is white?”
Bright Eyes grinned, his eyes sparkling like gold in the afternoon sun, “White Wolf not know?”
“No,” Ella mumbled as she pulled another ear of corn down and threw it into the basket.
“Old Mother see wolf magic inside White Wolf. Like magic in wolf brothers. Bright Eyes see, too. Running Wolf no believe first, now he know, too,” Bright Eyes said, as if this surely would explain everything, and the approval of his older brother had settled any other issue that could possibly have come up.
Ella wasn’t sure about having wolf magic in her, but she had seen the others turn into the massive wolves, and they seemed to have turned out all right, so Bright Eyes’s words were enough. In a world where she had been alone, it was enough that she had found a place to belong. She would be their White Wolf and learn their ways, however strange they seemed.
“Will you be a Keeper like Running Wolf, one day, too?”
Bright Eyes shook his head, “No. Wolf magic only give first son. Running Wolf first son. Bright Eyes have no wolf magic.”
Ella thought the Wolf should have given Bright Eyes his wolf magic, too. She was getting ready to say exactly that, when Bright Eyes seemed to read her thoughts and smiled at her shyly.
“Wolf give Bright Eyes better special magic. Give him White Wolf. Always keep safe.”
Chapter Seven
Brian
I dumped my favorite cereal in a bowl and reached for the milk. My brain still tried to wrap itself around the weirdness that had erupted in the space of a couple of days. Nikki had some kind of magical wall in her house that remembered stuff, Adam wasn’t sure whether to trust me or kill me, and the school librarian’s weird fairy sister was out for blood and coming to kill us all. Wynter hadn’t ended up helping us hardly at all, from what I could tell. Just gave us some really vague warnings, said something about Deadlands and told Nikki to check her attic again, then basically shoved us out the back door (which I thought was really weird, as we had come in through the front.)
I sighed, rubbing my eyes. It was a good