Two weeks passed before Moon-Singer was finally ready to confront Ghost. In that time, I had been fervently training, hoping that my practice combined with the protection of my father would guarantee that I would come out of the encounter all right. I wasn’t exactly sure why, but I really felt like I needed to find out the truth about my father’s murder. If this ghost had been the one to do it, I wanted to stare him in the face and let him how much what he’d done had messed with my life.
And Moon-Singer’s, really. My time spent at the ætt was fast approaching the one month mark, I had come to depend on Moon-Singer to help me through my life at the ætt. Not just for training and learning, but for helping me assimilate into therian society.
Moon-Singer parked his truck on the side of the heavily wooded road. Moon-Singer, Healing-Tears and I jumped out of his truck; Black-Wind, who saved some space by traveling in crow form, landed on a scraggly nearby tree. Moon-Singer unhooked the dog harness on Blue-Flame and he assumed his human form, jumping off the side of the truck bed and landing in the gravel.
“Ghost’s elfdan is supposed to be a couple miles up the road,” Moon-Singer informed us, “In a black double wide trailer.”
“A goth trailer? They must be after Black-Wind’s heart,” I said with a smirk. There was a loud caw from Black-Wind’s perch.
Moon-Singer rolled his eyes. “Time to get serious,” He said. “We have reason to believe that Ghost is quite a powerful faery.”
“Don’t get cocky just because you can play your run to daddy card,” Blue-Flame said with a smirk.
“We’re going to surround the trailer,” Healing-Tears began. “Moon-Singer will attack from the front with Silver-Singer and Blue-Flame. I’ll attack from the rear with Black-Wind.”
Black-Wind flew to the ground beside Healing-Tears. “Are we expecting more than one faery?”
“We can’t really be sure,” Moon-Singer replied. “We’re kind of out in the middle of nowhere, and our sources say that the elfdan should be small. Maybe a couple of other sluagh at the most.”
“Is there any powers they have that we should watch out for?” I asked. “Magical rope hair?”
“They have powerful magic,” Healing-Tears replied. “And they can fly, though that is unlikely to become an issue inside of a small trailer.”
“Let’s get a move on,” Blue-Flame said impatiently.
“Right,” Moon-Singer said, looking at me a little worriedly.
Everyone shifted to their animal forms; Blue-Flame was a fox, just like his mother. Healing-Tears, on the other hand, was a huge brown grizzly bear, his eyes dark and inscrutable. Somehow I had always assumed that Healing-tears was something a bit…. smaller, like a wolf or a lynx. He had more potential to be dangerous than I had realized.