Wolves of the Pacific

by greenpeach20

In 1902, Renesmee Cullen grew tired of the tedious life of moving around with her family and decided to make the journey west as a mail order bride. Yet a chance encounter with a reddish brown wolf would change her life forever.

152. Chapter 152

Chapter 152

The next morning there was a lot of hustle and bustle. The slaves were woken at dawn to start preparing food for the fake celebration they were having that night and were overlooked by men armed with only a knife hovering over all of them. However, the men that kept the slaves in line were not the same men that were a part of the flock. Jacob couldn't remember seeing such a stark class division in tribe before. The flock was very clearly the royal family and they were unmistakable: all un-aging and there being far too many of them. Jacob found out from Owota that suicide among the flock was not at all uncommon – they'd lost many members of the flock that way over the years. Jacob wasn't surprised. Then there were the average members of the Tistilal society; people that aged as any other person did and lived rather normal lives from what Jacob could tell. Finally, there was the slaves – all of whom were ancestors of people kidnapped by the Tistilal from different tribes both from their journey south and after they'd settled. They were tasked with the hard labor while the Tistilal focused on higher crafts meant for trade with allies or selling in the city – a much more recent development according to Oscar.

"It's like stepping back in time being here," Bayaq said to Taraq when they'd come out of Owota's home and looked at the people.

"Makes you really miss home, doesn't it?" Taraq said. "The heat doesn't help either."

"Yeah; It's like a fucking oven out here," Bayaq said and rubbed his already sweating temple. "How do people live in this kind of heat?"

"They get used to it, I guess," Taraq said.

"At least it's not humid like it gets in Florida," Salem said. "I love Florida but it gets drastically more humid than this. This is a dry heat by comparison."

"Wet, dry, doesn't matter: it's too fucking hot," Bayaq complained. He looked around hoping he might see Cidelle, but he couldn't see her out among the other people. "I'm going to check if Cidelle is home."

"Cidelle?" Taraq asked.

"Yeah; she's the one that talked to me yesterday when we were returning here to sleep," Bayaq grinned.

"Your imprint?" Taraq asked and Bayaq nodded with that same smirk.

"And I think she's smitten. The feeling's mutual," Bayaq said.

"Lucky you," Taraq smiled. "I need to find-" Taraq began but then stopped when he spotted his own imprint. She was focused on weaving something. "Never mind. I found her," Taraq said.

"You too?" Salem asked.

"Yeah," Taraq said and started walking over to her.

"Looks like cupid's having a field day," Salem said. "Nesia imprinted on Owen and I imprinted on Yvonne. Now I just need to think what we're going to do. She can't leave."

"The hell do you mean she can't leave?" Bayaq asked.

"Being the priestess for the oasis apparently means that if you decide you don't want to do it anymore, then they kill you," Salem said. "The spirits I mean."

Bayaq was silent and looked in Yvonne's direction. After the silence lasted a moment, he asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet," Salem said and then sighed. "I guess….maybe I can move here."

"What about the store?" Bayaq asked.

Salem shrugged, "I don't know. I'll just have to figure it out."

"Bayaq!" a cheerful voice grabbed their attention and they saw Cidelle running over and come right up to Bayaq.

"Good morning, Cidelle," Bayaq smiled at her.

"How did everything go? None of us could hear anything. I heard rumors the creatures ran away with their tail between their legs," Cidelle said.

"I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than that," Bayaq said and rubbed the back of his neck. "Is there anything you need to do today? I can help and I'll tell you what happened."

"I'm free as a bird," Cidelle smiled, roped her arm around Bayaq's and then led him off somewhere else.

"Always helps when the imprint is eager," Nesia said, causing Salem to look behind to her.

"Yeah; if only it were always that easy," Salem said.

"It'll work out," Nesia said, "Right now, I just need to find a way to make Owen talk to me. I feel like he wants nothing to do with me."

"I doubt he wants nothing to do with you," Salem said. "He's probably just on edge because of Barka."

Nesia scrunched her nose, "Horrible man. I don't think I've ever met anyone so cruel."

"No kidding," Salem said. "Imagine what he's like when things are normal."

"I would hope he's more agreeable, but who knows with him," Nesia said. She looked around hoping that she might find Owen, but she couldn't find him. "I think I'll go look for Owen."

"Good luck," Salem said and patted Nesia's back as she passed him.

Taraq went straight to where he saw his imprint while she stayed focused on what she was working on. By the looks of it, she seemed to be sewing some clothes. He took a seat beside her and she looked up at him then looked surprised to see him. Regardless, Taraq smiled kindly at her.

"Good morning," Taraq said and extended a hand to her, "My name is Taraq."

"Uilette," she answered and finally accepted his hand so they could shake then took it away. "You are one of the Quileute?"

"Yeah; just arrived the other night," Taraq answered.

"I know; we saw you," Uilette said. "My sister had the chance to speak with your twin brother. She's spoken of nothing else since I'm afraid. I assume he's your twin anyway."

"Yeah, Bayaq and I are twins. What about you and Cidelle?"

"Twins," Uilette affirmed. "My sister by marriage has a crush on one of your other wolves."

"Who?"

"I don't know his name."

"Is your sister by marriage widowed?"

"She has not married," Uilette answered and, just like that, Taraq realized what she meant.

"You're married?"

"Yes," Uilette answered. "My husband is Hawk. I do not believe you've had opportunity to really meet him. He was among the flock when you were welcomed but he says he has not spoken to any of you." Taraq nodded awkward at a loss of what to say. So many, albeit invasive and inappropriate, questions flew through his head. How long have they been married? Do they have children? Does she still love her husband? That last question really hit him – what business did he have assuming whether or not there was a question of Uilette's love for her husband.

"Uilette," a voice came and Taraq looked up at a man that approached and for a moment, Taraq assumed he must be Hawk.

"Father," Uilette answered and for a brief moment Taraq felt a hint of relief, but it was short lived. "Taraq, this is my father Takara. He's a member of the flock. Father, this is Taraq."

"It's good to officially meet," Takara said, very business-like. "You have our gratitude for your assistance."

"We're happy to help," Taraq said as he stood up to greet the man properly. "How long have you been able to become a bird?"

"I lost count long ago," Takara said, "Long enough to see many birds come and go. I assume your pack is cursed with eternal life?"

"We have immortality to an extent, yes," Taraq said, "But I don't think it could be called a curse. So long as we relinquish our wolf, we can age again. At least most of the pack can. For me and my siblings, we seem to have inherited that curse to some extent."

"I don't follow," Takara said.

"My mother is Tistilal. She was sold to pale faces as a slave and she ended up in the care of the Quileutes and she married my father. He's a wolf and immortal as long as he holds onto the wolf's spirit, so they've been together for about 70 years now."

"Your mother was a bastard child?" Takara asked, raising a brow.

"I guess that's the technical term, yes," Taraq answered. "Mom never talks about her Native tribe so it's a privilege to come back to our mother's homeland even if under troubling circumstances."

"Indeed," Takara answered. "In that case, welcome home."

"If…um…If there's anything I can do to help with getting things ready for tonight, I'm happy to help," Taraq offered but Takara shook his head.

"It's alright; the appropriate parties are handling it. Uilette, where is Hawk?"

"I haven't seen him since this morning," Uilette answered.

"Fine; I'll keep looking. It was good to meet you, Taraq," Takara said and walked away to keep looking for Hawk. Taraq looked at Uilette and saw she'd been staring but the moment he looked back, she averted her eyes blushing heavily and returned to her work. Unsure what else to do, Taraq walked away.

"Taraq," Embry Sr.'s voice came and grabbed his attention, "Where is Bayaq? Jasper wants to begin training the flock but I can't find him."

"He's off with Cidelle; fooling around probably," Taraq said with an admitted hint of bitterness.

"Who's Cidelle?"

"His imprint," Taraq said.

"What's the matter?" Embry Sr. asked when he realized his son's disposition.

"I just got back from talking to my imprint. Uilette," Taraq answered.

"What happened?" Embry Sr. asked.

After an uncomfortable silence, Taraq said, "She's married."

"She is?" Embry asked and Taraq nodded.

"I don't know what to do," Taraq said. "I want her to leave him and choose me, but what business do I have making her do that?"

"I wish I knew what to tell you," Embry Sr. said just as awkwardly. "I mean….Renesmee was married when she and Jacob met and she divorced her husband so she could marry Jacob."

"Jacob kidnapped her and they married while she was considered missing," Taraq said. "Given her father and husband can fly after me, I don't know if kidnapping's really an option here," Tara continued in a sarcastic tone.

"I wasn't suggesting kidnapping," Embry Sr. said. "Does she seem to feel the same for you as you do for her?"

"I don't know," Taraq said. "Maybe I should ask Cidelle. She might at least be able to tell me what my chances are."

"I wouldn't suggesting putting a 3rd party in the middle of all this, Taraq," Embry Sr. said.

"What else am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know," Embry Sr. shrugged and rubbed his face. "Look, we need to focus on training for today. We won't be prepared if we waste time chasing tail."

"It's not 'chasing tail' dad," Taraq muttered.

"You know what I mean," Embry Sr. said. "Go on: find your brother. We all are meeting in the village center."

"Fine," Taraq said and walked away to search for Bayaq.

After she'd dragged Bayaq away, she took him to a more private area of the village between some of the Tistilal homes. There was plenty of space to move around but it offered relative privacy from the rest of the village who were congregated towards the inner sanctums getting work done. Once they were alone, Cidelle released Bayaq's hand so she could gracefully twirl around to face him.

"So tell me what happened last night? We're having a celebration, so I would assume we were victorious," Cidelle asked.

"I'm afraid we're at a standstill for now," Bayaq said. "Our cold ones were able to talk to the leader of the army and gave them an opportunity to stand down. The leader agreed, but Edward – one of the cold ones – knew he was lying. Edward can read minds, so he knows Miguel is just standing by waiting for us to leave so he can come back to wreak havoc again. The plan is to let him think we've left and when he comes back, we'll take him by surprise."

"I see," Cidelle said, "So you will be staying for a long time?"

"We'll be staying a while, yes," Bayaq answered, meeting her smile. The news that they would be saying clearly pleased her a great deal. "Granted we'll be using a lot of that time to prepare ourselves for a fight, but that doesn't mean I can't relax now and then."

"Indeed it doesn't," Cidelle smiled and approached him with her hands behind her back in a sweet manner. "So what is life like in your tribe? Do you have a family?"

"Yes, a big one," Bayaq answered and Cidelle's face fell, "I mean to say I'm one of twelve brothers and sisters. I don't have a wife or children of my own."

"Only twelve?" Cidelle asked, rather surprised. "My twin sister and I are two of at least seventeen."

"Seventeen?" Bayaq asked, a little flabbergasted.

"Yeah, we're a rather small family," Cidelle answered. "Although our chief does not have many children. He has five daughters and then his sons, but one's a bastard so he doesn't technically count. Yet even as such, he shifted to a bird sooner than most ever could. He's rather remarkable – mean temper though."

"You're a twin aren't you?" Bayaq asked.

"Yes, same as you," Cidelle smiled. "No one can tell us apart. When we were little we used to trick people and it was a lot of fun."

"Taraq and I tried that on mom once and dad smacked us both so hard upside the head we were seeing stars," Bayaq said and Cidelle giggled. "To this day, most people can't tell us apart."

"Are you and your brother the only twins?"

"No, my mom had triplets: Rae, Jae and Sharisa. Rae lives with another tribe that she married into. Sharisa's still among the Quileute and Jae died in the war," Bayaq said. "His loss was really painful."

"I'm so sorry," Cidelle answered sympathetically. "Two of my brothers died when we attached the cold ones. Mother's been mourning ever since their passing."

"I'm really sorry," Bayaq said.

"You can imagine how relieved we all are to have your pack here. Grandpa Oscar promised if anyone could help us it was you," Cidelle said.

"Oscar's your grandfather?"

"Yes," Cidelle nodded. "My mother is named Genevieve and my father is Takara. According to mother, Grandpa hand-picked Takara himself as her future husband right before leaving for war. Mother says she didn't like him at first since he was so much older, but by the time they were to marry, she loved him very much. She always says Grandpa knew her better than she knew herself. They've been happily married ever since."

"That's good to hear," Bayaq said.

"I told mom I hope I can find love just like she did one day, but I haven't had any luck. Everyone always wanted Uilette instead of me."

"Well, their loss, then," Bayaq said. "Taraq has an eye for Uilette, so I guess it's their loss either way."

"Your brother loves my sister?" Cidelle asked.

"Let's put it this way," Bayaq said and mustered all the charm he could accomplish. "In my pack, if we are fortunate enough to find our soul mate, we imprint on them. So it's love at first sight. A couple of us have experienced that since coming here. Myself included."

Cidelle's eyes lit up and she even blushed as a bright smile played across her face, "You don't say?" Then Cidelle smirked and brought her hand around to grab a hold of Bayaq's. "So these feelings I'm having aren't one sided?"

"Not in the least," Bayaq smiled back.

"Bayaq," Taraq said, approaching them and they looked up from each other to face Taraq. "Dad says we need to meet at the center of the village. Jasper wants to start training."

"Already? I thought we were celebrating today?"

"That'll be tonight," Taraq said. "Come on."

"Fine, just give me a minute," Bayaq said.

"Now, Bayaq," Taraq said.

"Fine, dad, I'm on my way," Bayaq said harshly and Taraq waved aggressively at him and then started walking away. Bayaq released a breath and looked at Cidelle.

"You need to go?" she asked with lamentation.

"We're just going to the village center to train. Did you want to watch? You can see us turn into wolves," Bayaq asked.

"I would be delighted," Cidelle said eagerly and they held hands as they made the walk into the village to start training.

As Nesia was walking in the direction of where Owen's home was, Jacob stopped her to let her know they would be training and where to meet. Nesia promised she'd be right there figuring she would inform Owen and perhaps they could walk together. When she reached the house in question, it was open as were all the other homes. This one, however, used a cover as the door. It seemed to be the only form of privacy available to those that wanted it. She overheard a woman humming and, not wanting to be rude, Nesia knocked the frame to get the woman's attention.

"Hello?" Nesia asked. The humming stopped and there seemed to be a commotion on the other side. Nesia resisted peaking and stayed still and patient. She overheard the woman wake Owen, or Ahiga as she addressed him, and Nesia overheard him get out of his bed and come to the door appearing irate, but when he saw her, he calmed in an instate.

"You?" Owen asked, perplexed.

"Hi," Nesia said, smiling sweetly. "I don't remember if I gave you my name. I'm Nesia. Do I call you Owen or Ahiga?"

"Just Owen," he said. She noticed he gave the answer with some caution. "What are you doing here?"

"We're going to start training. I thought we might walk to training together."

"Sure," Owen answered and then looked at the woman. "I will be gone all day, mom."

"Be safe, Ahiga," she said and, staying behind the curtain, gave her son a kiss on the cheek before Owen stepped out.

"Why is she hiding?" Nesia asked.

"She's a slave," Owen answered. "She's not supposed to be in Tistilal homes. Mom came over last night to check on me and stayed when she realized I wasn't home. She'll sneak back to the slums at nightfall."

"Are you not able to just claim she's your slave and she works in your house?"

"No. Everyone knows who she is," Owen said. "Don't tell anyone she's there. I barely get to see my mother as it is; I don't want father finding out."

"Of course; I won't say a word," Nesia promised. "Your mother's name is Haseya, right?" Owen stopped and stayed at her.

"How do you know her name?" Owen asked in an accusatory tone.

"Edward told me," Nesia said. "He's a mind reader so he knows just about everything. I was a little shocked by what you said last night so I asked him what happened."

"Don't make a habit of that. My life's not your business," Owen said and started to walk ahead of her. Then Nesia chased after him until she was back in step with him.

"I didn't mean to offend you," Nesia said. "I was just concerned is all."

"Don't worry about me; mom does that enough," Owen said. A silence ensued while Nesia tried to think of something to say. Any neutral topic that would allow them to get to know each other.

"So….have you ever been out of the tribe? I mean besides when you came to Washington with Oscar."

"I go to Phoenix sometimes," Owen answered. "Oscar lives and works there with his boyfriend."

"His boyfriend? Wait, he's seeing someone?"

"As far as I know," Owen said and then, thoughtful a moment said, "Actually, now that I think about it, I think Oscar said he and Richard broke up. Shame; Richard was really nice."

"Oh," Nesia said, feeling a bit of relief for Travis's sake. "Did he say why they broke up by chance?"

"I don't know," Owen said. "I didn't ask. Oscar just said he and Richard broke up and I told him I'm sorry."

"Well, good. I would hate for Oscar to string Travis along."

"I see you're on Travis's side about this whole thing," Owen said.

"Of course I am," Nesia said. "Oscar really hurt Travis."

"How would you be if your father murdered your longtime partner right before your eyes," Owen said and that shut Nesia up for a moment.

"Has your father always been like this?" Nesia finally asked.

"As far back as I can remember," Owen answered. "It's not true, but some of the slaves and Tistilal say his real father is a desert snake that his mother had an affair with. Owota can attest that's not true – I think he's one of the only living members of the tribe that have been alive that long. As far as I know, a lot of the older flock members just flew into the sky, shifted back to human and plummeted to their deaths."

"The way your father acts, I'd believe it," Nesia said. "Why haven't you run away?"

"And do what exactly?" Owen asked. "As far as the United States is concerned, I don't exist. I wouldn't even be able to join the army. And if I joined the army, I'd be shipped off to God knows where and mom would be alone. She doesn't even speak English so it's not as though she can find work. And after Oscar ran away for years, Father isn't about to let that happen again. The man will see me dead before he lets any of us leave again. The times I can go to Phoenix are with an understanding that I'm back by nightfall or else. I still have scars from when I returned past the permitted time. I'm just lucky mom wasn't there when it happened or he'd have taken it out on her."

"I'm sorry," Nesia said. "But he lets Oscar live in Phoenix."

"It serves a purpose," Owen said. "Oscar can work and sell wares during the week and then he returns end of the week with profits from the sales or any other necessities. Father puts up with it because he get something out of it. If he didn't, father would demand Oscar live here." Once again, Nesia was at a loss. "I don't need your pity," Owen said.

"I'm sad for you," Nesia said and then came around so she and Owen were facing each other. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at Nesia. "It's not right what he does. I just wish there was something I could do. There has to be something, but Oliver told us it was his, Oscar's and your battle."

"And he's right," Owen said. "Look, Nesia, I realize this all seems strange to you. Clearly, you come from a much happier family; I envy you that. But don't try to swoop in and save the day. Oscar is the rightful heir – it's up to him to take the tribe by force. The problem is he doesn't want it and no matter how much he hates him, Barka is still his father. He was the favorite so if Barka showed anyone even an ounce of fatherly regard, it was Oscar. And as much as I despise the man, I can't do it. I told mom I would. I even swore it, but she said, 'If you do, you will be no better than him.' I refuse to be like him."

"I can understand that," Nesia said. "And you're not like him. I can tell." The two stared into each other's eyes and Owen started to feel that pull. He'd felt it when they first met eyes back in Washington and he'd been unable to get Nesia from his mind since. He felt drawn to her and now, her saying something as kind and reassuring as 'you are not like your father', that attraction just grew stronger.

"Thank you," Owen finally said and averted his eyes briefly before returning his gaze to hers. "I've been a bit of an asshole."

"It's alright," Nesia said.

"No, it's not," Owen said. "We've all been under a lot of stress – we're always under stress but father has been worse than normal and it hasn't helped. I shouldn't take it out on you regardless."

"Really, I understand. If I had to deal with Barka, I'd be snappish too," Nesia smiled at Owen reassuringly. Owen actually smiled back at her genuinely and then laughed a little.

"Thanks for being so understanding," Owen said. "Obviously you'll want to address me 'formally' when we're with the flock and in front of father – all that stupid shit. But when it's just us? Call me Ahiga. I hate being called Owen, but it's what father has determined I'm to be called."

"Alright, Ahiga," Nesia answered. "I guess we had better meet everyone. We're supposed to be training after all."

"Yeah," Owen answered and they started walking to the center of the village together.

The Cullens were already in the center of the village waiting for the flock and the pack to assemble. Their skin shined under the bright Arizona sun and it shocked and scared the villagers but the flock didn't bat an eye and that reassured the citizens. Once everyone was assembled, Jasper grabbed everyone's attention so he could explain what they would be up against. He explained how newborns were stronger, faster and more bloodthirsty and that the pack and the flock would need to compensate for it. While Jasper was talking, Takara was listening until he realized Cidelle was among the crowd standing beside Bayaq.

"Cidelle," Takara said, getting his daughter's attention. "Find your sister and help her. This is not something you need to worry about."

"Oh, can't I watch, father? Bayaq said I could watch you all train."

"I say you're to help your sister," Takara ordered. Cidelle nodded her head sorrowfully, apologized to Bayaq and then ran off.

"I'm sorry, I offered for her to stay. It's my fault," Bayaq said.

"It's fine," Takara said and returned his attention to Jasper and his instruction.

Jasper advised that he would start with training the Cullens on newborn behaviors and fighting patterns and instructed the pack and clock to watch for now. Tomorrow, since they were feigning celebration tonight, he'd allow them to rest and after that, they would return to training at which point the pack and flock would become more involved and receive first hand combat experience. After being sent away by Takara, Cidelle went to her sister in a huff and sat beside her, taking part of the material and inspecting for anything she could help fix if it was needed.

"What's wrong?"

"Bayaq offered to let me watch the cold ones teach them and father ordered me away. I wanted to spend time with Bayaq," Cidelle said.

"There will be time tonight, I suppose," Uilette said. "At the rate you're going, you'll have Bayaq wrapped around your finger in no time."

"I hope so," Cidelle said and her smile returned as she started to swoon. "He said that the Quileute pack go through something he called 'imprinting'. Apparently it's when a wolf has found its soul mate and it's love at first sight."

"And I suppose he said that's what he feels for you?" Uilette said skeptically and with a small smile.

"Yes and I believe him," Cidelle said. "Apparently his twin brother feels the same way about you." Uilette stopped working and stared at her sister. Cidelle returned her sister's gaze and smiled lovingly at her. "I take it you feel it too?"

"It doesn't matter," Uilette said after she shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts and returned to her work. "I'm a married woman. I shouldn't be fawning over another man."

"Perhaps if Hawk were a real husband, you wouldn't be," Cidelle said snappishly.

"Once we finally have a child, things will be as they were," Uilette said adamantly.

"Uilette, it's been seven summers," Cidelle said. "You haven't has so much as a missed cycle. And I refuse to believe it's you. I don't care what Desarae says; he's been unfaithful to you."

"You have no proof of that," Uilette said. "Please, Cidelle, don't speak ill of Hawk. He wants a child as badly as I do. The way the others treat him and tease him has just made him irritable. He can hardly be blamed. I'm treated the same way so I know exactly how he feels."

"Then he should be more husbandly and look to you for comfort rather than blame you," Cidelle argued. "You deserve better than him. He used to be good to you. Frankly, I think he doesn't love you anymore. Shame on him for it. And I know you don't feel the same way for him that you used to."

"I still love him," Uilette said, but it was barely a whisper and she was staring at the fabric.

"Look at me, Uilette," Cidelle said and Uilette looked up as she asked. "Do you still love him?" This time, Uilette couldn't answer. She averted her eyes dropping the fabric and began rubbing her eyes. Cidelle went to Uilette and hugged her. "It's alright, Uilette. He lost my respect the moment he started blaming you for the lack of children. You've done everything Owota said and there's still been no children. It's not you. I know it's not."

"Please stop, Cidelle," Uilette pleaded and did her best not to cry. Cidelle stayed quiet this time and just hugged her sister. She knew her sister better than anyone. Until Uilette married, they'd been inseparable. After Uilette was married, it simply meant they didn't sleep in the same room anymore. They more than made up for it during the waking hours. So when things began to sour between Hawk and Uilette, Cidelle knew immediately.

"You're not happy, Uilette. I want you to be happy," Cidelle said.

"I am happy; we're just going through a rough patch. It'll pass," Uilette said. There was once a time when she'd believed that, but she'd been saying that for the past four or five years. But she kept saying it hoping that one day she'd finally be right.

Among the flock and pack, they watched as the Cullens all fought among each other with Jasper acting as the 'newborn' and learning how to effectively fight him. When it was afternoon, Jacob came forward and ordered for Kevin, Kyle and Nathan to come forward as well so they could get a head start on firsthand experience. The Cullens promised they would continue training through the night and the next day so they could all emulate newborns and help the pack and flock get accustomed to fighting groups. They didn't stop until it was nearing sundown. By then, there was an abundance of food prepared for everyone to enjoy ranging from spicy bean cakes, rattle snake stew and scorpions were at the ready for flash cooking on an extremely hot pan. Desarae, wanting the opportunity to grab Blu Jae's attention and impress him, insisted she wanted the task of cooking the scorpions.

The man in the tribe that raised the scorpions brought four enormous baskets of them with the help of his sons and by the time the group approached the collection of food, Desarae and another women were removing the stingers of the scorpions and tossing them into a free basket. Blu Jae watched them work swiftly and when they had a certain number of scorpions prepared, Desarae picked up the basket and poured the scorpions into a giant mortar made from clay and lifted the heavy pestle and smashed the scorpions with it. Then with another woman's help, Desarae tossed the smashed scorpions into a scorching hot pan and flash cooked them with some chilies. The scorpions were ready in a matter of minutes and once they were done, she scooped the scorpions from the pan and onto a flat woven platter for them to cool. Desarae got to work on the next batch of scorpions removing their stingers and tossing them into the free basket. While she did, she noticed Blu Jae watching and she smiled shyly at him kicking into high gear.

Once an appropriate amount of scorpions were prepared, she put those scorpions in the mortar and crushed them as she had before then got them into a hot pan to flash cook. Another woman had already started portioning out the cooked scorpions and handing them out. It was clear to Blu Jae and the others that scorpions were a crowd favorite among the tribe, but they were still hesitant to try it. After the latest batch was done and put onto the cleared woven plate, Desarae put a plate together for Blu Jae and offered it. Blu Jae approached and accepted it from her and returned her smile. She had to return her attention to the remaining bugs and while she did, Blu Jae waited for them to cool down.

"A plate specially made for you, I see," JJ said to Blu Jae with a humored smile. "So is she who you imprinted on?"

"Yeah," Blu Jae said and even blushed a little. "Do you think she feels it too?"

"I think so," JJ reassured. "As soon as you get a chance, talk to her. You won't accomplish anything if you don't."

"You're right," Blu Jae said and then looked down at the scorpions. "I hate having to tell her I don't like food, especially after she just made a plate for me."

JJ shrugged, "Give it a try. Maybe you'll like it. I mean, Anatoli loves food and he's more vampire than human."

Blu Jae nodded nervously and looked down at the scorpions. Looking at it, he realized she'd given him more than the others that had been served so far. Blu Jae lifted the plate up to his nose to smell it. It smelled good so that reassured Blu Jae a little. He picked one up by the tail and blew on it to cool it further. Once it was cooled a little, Blu Jae closed his eyes and took a bite of the arachnid. He could feel it's outline in his mouth and he quickly began to chew. He found scorpions deeply fascinating creatures but he never thought he'd eat one. Briefly, he understood the appeal: the outside was extremely crunchy with a moist gooey center, but for him that's where the appeal ended. He couldn't taste an actual flavor. He felt a burn on his tongue from the chilies and the lingering warmth but the pleasure ended when the actual flavor hit his tongue. All he tasted was dirt. If there was a pleasant flavor, it was lost on him. It was bitter, muddy tasting and he briefly gagged but forced it down.

"Don't like it?" JJ asked and Blu Jae did his best not to move his head in affirmation.

"It's horrible," he admitted woefully and swallowed. He looked so disappointed but it was with himself. He finished eating the bug and had the same reaction, but he swallowed all the same.

"Are you willing to finish what she gave you?"

"I will," Blu Jae nodded and picked up another scorpion. "And I'll eat it with a smile. I just need a moment to get used to the flavor."

"You'll have to tell her the truth eventually," JJ said.

"I'll get to it," Blu Jae said and took the entire bug, a smaller scorpion, in his mouth and managed this time to keep his face neutral. "Okay. I can do it."

"Alright," JJ shrugged, ruffled Blu Jae's hair and walked away to get his share of food that was available.

Blu Jae found a spot nearby to sit and eat making sure he could still see Desarae. He made a point to finish his plate of scorpions never revealing that he wasn't enjoying them and when she looked his way, he smiled and took a large bite of the biggest scorpion on his plate. The smile on her face made the horrible bitter flavor in his mouth worth it. Desarae was occupied for well over an hour prepping, cooking and serving scorpions to everyone in the group but once the scorpions had all been cooked, Desarae put out the fire she'd been using to cook and ran right to Blu Jae's side.

"May I sit with you?" she asked once she was standing in front of him.

"Absolutely," Blu Jae smiled. Desarae sat down next to him and saw his empty plate.

"I'm happy to see a clean plate," Desarae said. "Are the scorpions all you had?"

"It's all I needed," Blu Jae said. "Have you ever been stung by one of those things?"

"The scorpions? Most of us have. It's extremely painful and if you are stung you have to notify Owota immediately so he can treat if. The scorpions we eat won't kill you if it stings, but there are these yellowish scorpions that if they sting you, they can kill you. It takes practice to prep scorpions without injury."

"I bet," Blu Jae said. "How do you make sure there's no poison left?"

"Oh, it's not poison," Desarae said. "Ingesting scorpion venom won't hurt you. It only hurts you if it stings."

"So even if there's still a little venom, it won't make you sick?"

"Nope," Desarae smiled. "The same goes for rattle snake venom, although the venom glands are always removed before we cook it anyway. Are you sure you don't want some rattle snake stew? It's a favorite of mine."

"Oh, no, I'm alright, but thank you," Blu Jae reassured. He didn't want to force himself to pretend to like something else. Blu Jae extended a hand to Desarae and they shook. "My name's Blu Jae, but just about everyone calls me Birdie. What's your name?"

"Desarae," she answered, happy to finally know his name. "So you are named after a bird too? All my brothers have bird names."

"Do they?" Blu Jae smiled, "How many brothers do you have?"

"I have five," Desarae said. "I'm the only girl in the group. Do you have siblings?"

"Two half brothers and a half sister," Blu Jae said. "I'm the youngest of my mom's kids."

"Same with me," Desarae said. "So I hear your pack will be here longer than expected."

"Yeah, we'll be here until that army comes back and we'll fight them then," Blu Jae said. "Until then, we have to pretend we're not here, so this whole celebration is for show."

"That's what I heard," Desarae said. "Your pack has caused quite a stir since you arrived."

"I promise it's not on purpose. Barka is just impossible to work with," Blu Jae said.

"I didn't mean that," Desarae giggled. "I mean that a few women I know are quite enamored with all of you. Cidelle has certainly not been shy about how she feels about one of your pack mates. At this rate, I suspect she will trick him into marrying her in no time."

"I assure you he's very willing," Blu Jae chuckled. "He imprinted on her."

"I am not familiar with that word. Does that mean he loves her?"

"Yes, exactly," Blu Jae said. "So…you're not married, right?"

"No, I am unwed," Desarae said with a blush. "What about you?"

"Single," Blu Jae answered. "I just hadn't met anyone that I wanted to marry. Right now, I've occupied myself with my work. When I was old enough, I started working for our tribe's school as a music teacher. Music's a passion of mine."

"What instrument do you play?"

"I play quite a few," Blu Jae said as he scratched the back of his head. "I play the harmonica, I play the guitar, the bass, piano, and the saxophone – that's a particular favorite of mine."

"I wish I could hear you play," Desarae said and with a guilty smile, Blu Jae reached into his pocket and pulled out his harmonica.

"I carry my harmonica with me everywhere," Blu Jae said. "I brought my guitar too but that's at Owota's house."

"Can you play me a song?" Desarae asked.

"I'd love to," Blu Jae smiled. Deciding to be romantic, he started playing 'When a Man Loves a Woman' for her.

Desarae watched him play and swayed gently to the song as he went. His playing grabbed the attention of a few others that started listening though mostly passively. Edward ran to grab Blu Jae's guitar so he could play that as well. He stopped playing long enough to thank Edward for bringing over his guitar and then went right back to playing his harmonica. When he finished the song, Desarae smiled brightly and even clapped for him.

"That sounded very nice. Does the song have a name?"

"It's called 'When a Man loves a Woman'. It's been sung by lots of different people but my favorite version is sung by Percy Sledge."

"I liked it a lot," Desarae smiled and glanced at the other instrument. "Is that the guitar you were telling me about?"

"Yeah," Blu Jae said and took a hold of it. Edward swooped over and took the harmonica.

"You know the harmonica isn't my forte," Edward said.

"Just read my mind and you'll do fine," Blu Jae replied with a chuckle and looked at Desarae. "I can play another song if you don't mind me singing."

"I would like that very much," Desarae encouraged.

Blu Jae took a moment to tune his guitar to ensure it was ready and then began to play Times are a' Changin' by Bob Dylan. Blu Jae played the guitar and sang while Edward played all the harmonica solos. A few members of the pack even sang along but quieter. All the while, the other pack members either got their food and sat amongst each other or sat with their imprints to get to know them. After training, Nesia and Owen – Ahiga since they were technically in private now – grabbed their food and sat together staying as far away from Barka as possible. Cidelle quickly grabbed Bayaq's attention after training and they ate together, but the moment they were finished with their food, Cidelle whisked Bayaq away so they could be alone and no one saw or heard from them for the remainder of the night. Taraq stayed among the pack but was constantly looking Uilette's way. She was sitting beside another man that he quickly figured out was her husband, but the tension between them was palpable even from his distance. It was been mild at first but he overheard a few, Hawk's brothers from what Taraq could tell, tease him and offer to allow him and Uilette to burrow their (his brothers') children. The more his brothers teased, the more irritable Hawk became and soon he stepped away from the group in a huff so he could go home to sleep leaving Uilette alone. Yvonne was sitting beside her father and mother and the moment Salem saw her, he went right to her side so they could talk.

"When was the last time you went to Phoenix?" Nesia asked Owen as they were approaching to get their share of food.

"It's been a while," Ahiga said.

"Why don't you come with us when we go into the city tomorrow? Really we're just dropping off the rental cars and calling home, but maybe we could stay in the city for a few hours and have some fun."

"What did you have in mind?" Ahiga asked with a small laugh under his breath.

"We'll ask Oscar what there is to do," Nesia said. "Have you even gone to a movie?"

"Once," he said. "Oscar took me the first time I went into the city. I don't remember what we watched if I'm honest."

"We'll think of something to do," Nesia smiled. "So aside from being part of the flock, what do you do?"

"What do I do?"

"Yeah. Do you have a craft that you do? Or a hobby?"

"Not really," Ahiga said. "My days are usually rather boring. I just help with whatever needs to be done otherwise I tend to lounge around."

"That sounds really boring," Nesia said as they reached the line to get their share.

"Trust me: it is," Ahiga answered. "What about you?"

"I teach at our tribe's school. I teach elementary age children, so ages 6-11. Once they're 12 and over, they shift to the junior high and high school rotation."

"So you work with children a lot?" Ahiga asked.

"Yes, every day," Nesia said. "I really like kids and since I don't have my own, it's the next best thing. You don't have children do you?"

"Not that I've been alerted to," Ahiga shrugged. "I make a point to be careful, especially if I'm seeing one of the slaves. Honestly, they're the only women I've ever been with. I don't want to be with any of the women of the Tistilal."

"Are you seeing anyone now?"

"No," Ahiga answered bluntly.

"What do you think of children?" Nesia asked.

"I don't know," Ahiga asked and shrugged. "They're fine I guess. I just don't really want any. If I did, they'd just be taken away, so what's the point?"

"What if there was no fear of that?"

"Unless I married a woman of the tribe and had children with her, that wouldn't be possible," Ahiga answered. His tone was becoming cold so Nesia decided it was time to change the subject.

"Do..um…do you like cats?" Nesia asked.

"Cats? I've never dealt with cats. I assume by 'cat' you mean the tiny things people keep in their homes?"

"Yes," Nesia nodded. "I love cats. I have two in fact. My very first cat was named Willow. She only liked me. With everyone else she was a bit mean. She passed away and the following spring, a mother cat and her kittens found their way under my brother JJ's house. I ended up keeping the mother, I named her Pippy, and one of her kittens that I named Tina. Pippy is feral, so she really doesn't like being in the house and she comes and goes as she pleases. Tina is much more social and she loves to snuggle. I always wanted cats but I couldn't when I was a little girl. My mother's allergic to cats and my brother JJ hates cats and would never let me have one."

"So once you were on your own, you get yourself a cat?" Ahiga asked with a light smile.

"Yes, Willow," Nesia answered. "Mom can never come to my house do visit; I always have to go to her."

"That's a shame," Ahiga said. He was ahead of her, so once they'd reached all the food, Ahiga gathered what he wanted and gave Nesia recommendations as they went along. She was squeamish about the scorpions, though.

"I really don't like bugs," Nesia said.

"Have you ever tried it?" Ahiga asked and Nesia shook her head. "Then try it first before you turn your nose up at it. If you don't like it, more for me but at least give it a chance."

"Alright," Nesia said and accepted her share of scorpions. Once they found a spot to sit, Nesia stared at the creatures and then at the bean cakes and rattle snake stew both of which looked considerably more appetizing. "My brother served in the army and one year for Christmas, he sent me a Japanese hornet in a case. Practically gave me a heart attack. Then he sent me another display case with a Vietnamese centipede."

"Do you still have them?"

"My brother Birdie does," Nesia answered. "He likes bugs; little weirdo. He has all these display cases that he collects and when he moved into his own place, he devoted a whole wall to these things. Gives me the creeps."

"Everyone's got an interest," Ahiga chuckled. "You're stalling now. Just give the scorpion a chance. Would you let one of your students get away with turning their nose up at something they haven't tried?"

"I never tell them to eat bugs," Nesia muttered and picked up the tiniest of the scorpions. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before putting it in her mouth. She gagged simply because she knew what it was. There was the crunch and gooiness but the taste was not pleasant. She nearly spit it out, but out of respect, she swallowed. "Oh God, that was horrible," Nesia whimpered and handed the plate to Ahiga. "They're all yours."

"Alright, your loss," Ahiga shrugged and accepted them.

"I'll have to make you taste Geoduck. That at least tastes good despite its appearance."

"What's a Geoduck?"

"It's a clam," Nesia answered. "They have shells and extremely long bodies. They're known for looking extremely phallic."

"Phallic?"

"In our language, their name translates to water penis," Nesia answered and Ahiga stared at her.

"You don't say?"

"Despite its appearance, it's delicious though," Nesia said.

"I'll take your word for it," Ahiga said. "Try to rattle snake stew next. That's my personal favorite." This time Nesia dove in without hesitation and took a chuck of the meat but when she bit into it, she felt a stab.

"Ow!" Nesia said and spit it out.

"You got a bone?" Ahiga asked.

"Yeah," Nesia said, "Damn that hurt."

"Here, this is what you do," Ahiga started and searched through his stew until he found a piece that clearly had bone. "You suck on it so you finish off the broth," he explained and then proceeded to do it. Then he took it out of his mouth with his fingers, "then you eat around the bones." Ahiga did just as he explained, cleaning off a good chunk of meat. "Then once it's done, you save it somewhere and give it to Owota later. He dries the bones to powder for medicine."

"Okay," Nesia said and followed his lead. This time she was able to enjoy it and it was extremely tasty. It needed salt perhaps otherwise it was very good. "This I like. The bean cakes I already know I like. Is there a dessert you might have?"

"Not usually, no," Ahiga said. "Oscar will bring fruit sometimes, but father always gets first pick." Nesia noticed the irritable tone that he spoke in when mentioning Barka and, then, she had an idea.

"How about I take you shopping for some fruit and we'll have a little picnic," Nesia suggested eagerly. "And you will get to have first pick."

Ahiga smiled again, "I'd like that."

"Then it's decided! You come with us to Phoenix and we'll get some fruit to enjoy before we have to come back."

"Alright," Ahiga said. Then they overheard Blu Jae start playing his harmonica. "Good, some music."

"Leave it to Birdie to always have an instrument handy," Nesia giggled and, when Edward brought out Blu Jae's guitar, she sighed. "I forgot he brought the guitar too."

"It's always good to have a musician," Ahiga said.

"Indeed and he's a great music teacher. My little brother loves music and he's been teaching it at the tribal School for about…15 years now? Something like that."

"How many brothers do you have? Sisters too I guess," Ahiga asked.

"I'm the only girl, but JJ is my eldest brother, then Salem, then me and Blu Jae is the youngest."

"And you call him Birdie?"

"Yeah. I think grandma Renesmee gave him that nickname as a joke and it just stuck. I think mom is the only one that never calls him Birdie."

"I like it," Ahiga chuckled. "You said your brothers served in the military?"

"JJ and Salem did," Nesia said. "JJ served in the army and Salem served in the Navy. According to the US government, Birdie's only 20."

"So your little brother has been teaching since he was five?"

"He's at least half vampire so he aged much faster."

"He's what?"

"His father is a vampire and my mother is mostly human but grandma Renesmee is half vampire," Nesia said.

"Huh," Ahiga said, "So vampires have families?"

"They can if they reproduce with a human, but male vampires are the only ones that can. Female vampires are completely sterile," Nesia explained.

"Ah," Ahiga said. "Are you half vampire or something?"

"Barely," Nesia said. "My grandma Renesmee is half vampire, so my mom would be a third and that would make me a fourth."

"So barely worth mentioning?" Ahiga asked with a small laugh.

"Yes, exactly," Nesia giggled with him.

Bayaq, while trying to look for Cidelle all the while, left the training group to get his share for dinner. As he approached, Cidelle ran right up to him and took his hand with a bright smile.

"How was training?" Cidelle asked sweetly as she wrapped her arm around his so they could walk arm in arm to the food line.

"Extremely long," Bayaq answered. "I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean for you to get in trouble."

"Oh, it's fine," Cidelle reassured and waved her hand. "You must be starving though."

"Definitely," Bayaq said. "Everything smells fantastic. Did you make any of it?"

"I didn't, no. I helped Uilette with mending some clothes. I'm afraid after father told me to leave, the rest of my day was rather boring, so I'm looking forward to us spending more time together," Cidelle smiled. That smile was enough to cause Bayaq's mouth to go a little dry. It was such a sensual smile and Bayaq wondered if she was being this forward on purpose or if she was naturally a bit of a flirt. Either way, he loved the attention.

"I'm happy to spend time with you. You make me feel very welcome," Bayaq said, matching her flirtatiousness.

"I'm pleased to make you feel welcome," Cidelle answered seductively with a deep blush on her cheeks. "My sister-in-law took over the scorpion station so those are guaranteed to be great. She's an amazing cook."

"I'll give them a try. Is there a special way you have to eat them?"

"So long as the stinger is removed, just cook and serve," Cidelle answered. "Usually after we remove the stingers, we use the mortar and pestle to crush them and then toss them into a really hot pan. You have to be quick about it. And once they're done, they're crunchy on the outside, gooey on the inside." They waited in line a moment before finally getting their share and found a spot where they could sit down together. Bayaq picked up one of the tiny scorpions.

"Here goes nothing," he said and put the whole thing in his mouth. It was just as Cidelle described it would be and it tasted much better than he thought it would. There was a slight burn from the chilies and it reminded him a little of the texture of eating potato chips with sour cream dip though the flavor was much different.

"What do you think?"

"They're really good. I like them," Bayaq said and, wanting to try something, took another scorpion and dipped it in his stew before taking another bite. "That's even better."

"Oh! That does sound tasty," Cidelle said and grabbed one of her scorpions, dipped it in the rattle snake stew and took a bite. The flavor made her moan. "That was delicious. I don't know if I'll ever be able to have one without the other ever again." Bayaq chuckled and dipped another bug into his stew prior to consumption. He glanced in Uilette's direction and noticed she seemed rather somber.

"You said your twin sister's name is Uilette?" Bayaq asked and Cidelle nodded. "Is she alright? She looks upset."

"Hawk's brothers are being cruel," Cidelle said, not able to hear them but knowing already what the conversation likely veered towards. "They have been unable to conceive while Hawk's brothers have produced children without issue. It's pit a wedge between them."

"Wait, Uilette's married?" Bayaq asked, now giving Cidelle undivided attention.

"About 7 summers now," Cidelle said. "As soon as it was clear they couldn't have children, Hawk became rather cold. Desarae says he's faithful, but I don't believe it. He blames her for their infertility, but he's an idiot. He's the problem; I know it." Bayaq was a little baffled. He looked in Uilette's direction again and realized the man sitting beside her must be Hawk. He looked for Taraq wondering if he knew and when he noticed his brother sitting by himself more or less glancing in Uilette's direction sorrowfully, it was clear he knew.

"What makes him think Uilette is the problem?"

"He just can't fathom he's the problem," Cidelle said a bit overdramatically. "All his brothers have children so it couldn't possibly be him. Meanwhile my sister has done everything Owota has said and alas, no child. Then he has the nerve to entreat me for a child."

"Wait, what?" Bayaq asked.

"It was a few seasons ago," Cidelle said. "They'd been trying for quite some time and he came to me and said, seeing as everyone knows I can bear children, if I would give them a child. I told him to never bring it up again or I'd tell Uilette and he's never asked again."

"Why does he think he knows you can bear children?"

"Because I had one before," Cidelle said and suddenly her expression soured as she looked up at Bayaq apparently nervous of his reaction. "I was young," she started, feeling the need to offer an explanation. "I thought he loved me and we weren't careful. Before I know it, I'm pregnant and he's refusing to accept our child. He said he had no way to know he was the father. Father was furious with me but he was angrier with….I'd rather not say his name. Father still will not talk to him. Since the father wasn't taking responsibility, my father looked into re-homing the baby and a couple among the tribe were gracious enough to take the baby. A girl. She's better off where she is and she's becoming a beautiful young woman."

"Does she know?"

"She knows the couple adopted her and she's from the Thunderbird line but she doesn't know I'm her birth mother. Of course, everyone else does and they find it rather unsavory. I've also been accused of being obnoxious meanwhile Uilette is the sweet, demur one that every man in the tribe used to wish they could have but since Hawk started spouting his nonsense, suddenly she's no more worthwhile than me."

"Huh," Bayaq said a little awkwardly. "Well," Bayaq finally continued once he absorbed everything she'd said, "For the record, I think you're a joy to be around."

"Do you really?"

"Yeah," Bayaq smiled back at her, meaning what he'd said. Finding out she'd had a child before was a bit of a surprise but in no time he realized it didn't bother him and it didn't seem to bother her; at least not anymore. "Do you ever wish you could have kept her?"

Cidelle was thoughtful for a moment before saying, "I used to, but that was back when I was still in love with her father. After how he treated me when he found out he got me pregnant, it really hurt. It took time for me to get over him, but I did eventually. And I was very young when I fell pregnant. Even if I wanted to keep her, I wouldn't have been the mother she deserved. I'm happy she has a family that deserve her. Father still regards her as his granddaughter and will give her presents from time to time but there's very little contact otherwise. It's for the best."

"I'm just relieved you were able to put it behind you," Bayaq said.

"Now everyone else just has to," Cidelle replied but as she looked up at Bayaq, a smile crossed her face. "Though sometimes I would just rather leave."

"I don't blame you. I've been here two days and I'm home sick to put it mildly. It's nothing you did; it's Barka. After this, we'll all be happy if we never have to speak to him again."

"I hear his real father is a snake," Cidelle gossiped with a humored smile.

"I'd believe it," Bayaq chuckled. He finished his scorpions and moved on to his stew and went right for a large chunk.

"Just a second," she said, planting her hand gently on his wrist to stop him. "You have to be careful of the bones." Cidelle moved her spoon around until she found a chunk, put it in her mouth to suck away the broth then took out the segment with her fingers and ate around the bones.

"So eat it like a chicken leg," Bayaq smiled and followed her example.

"Save the bones. We give them to Owota to make medicine. He and Yvonne will be busy tomorrow,"

Cidelle smiled.

They finished their food together and in a moment of intimacy that took Bayaq off guard but he was grateful for nonetheless, Cidelle reached her hand up to his mouth and rubbed away a trace of soup with her thumb. She brought her thumb to her mouth to suck away the broth and Bayaq smiled at her. She returned the smile and glanced at their mutually empty plates.

"I think I could use some exercise. Would you like a personal show?"

Bayaq went wide eyed but nodded. All too late, he realized he must look like an idiot, nodding eagerly like a horny teenager and Cidelle giggled at his reaction. She directed him to put his plate and bowl down and she took his hand to guide him elsewhere. The night air was drastically more forgiving than the sun and there was even a nice breeze from time to time. If it was always this temperature, Bayaq thought, he'd be just fine. Cidelle brought him right below the Pedestal where there was a large empty space and he was shocked. He'd never been one for exhibitionism, but he told himself he'd try it for Cidelle. He felt his heart racing and he was getting more and more excited. Cidelle let go of his hand and took a moment to look around then turned to look at him.

"Where should I start? Down here or at the Pedestal?" Cidelle asked.

"Whatever you want," Bayaq answered in English by mistake and Cidelle giggled.

"I'll build up to the Pedestal then," she said and then reached down to pull her dress over her head.

Bayaq's mouth went dry as he took her in. She was toned and tan with the body of an athlete to be sure. Her hips were wide, her legs and waist slender, he butt full and her breasts somehow as close to flawless as nature could offer. If she'd not told him she'd had a child before, he would have never guessed, though now that he knew and paid attention, her breasts revealed the stretch marks that came with the milk filling them. Never in his life had the sight of a woman left him completely speechless and short of breath yet there she was: glowing under the moonlight with hair long enough to reach her butt and dark eyes filled with affection and promise. She had a thin strap of fabric tied around her thigh that she undid and did up her hair so it was in a really messy bun.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said once the bun was up.

Bayaq waited patiently for her to approach him, but she didn't. Instead, she bent backwards and rested her hands on the ground lifting her midsection as high in the air as possible. Then she pushed with her feet to do a gentle ascension until she was in a partial handstand: her legs bent with one in front of her and the other behind for balance. Then she slowly lifted both her legs until she was in a full handstand. That lasted a moment before she parted her legs again but this time keep both legs straight so she was in a split stance while upside down. Bayaq was extremely confused but kept quiet as he watched her. He was enthralled with her grace and poise – he couldn't believe the human body was capable of such fancy displays.

She then got back on her feet and seemed to do a few more stretches lifting one leg up so her calf was at her face only to gently move it around so it was behind her, bent and with her foot touching her head and her hands keeping it in place. She did it again with her other leg and finished by stretching her arms across her chest. The last thing she did was lift her hands above her head while they were interlocked to do a final stretch. Bayaq saw the effect the cool air was having on her. Her skin had goose bumps all over and her nipples tightened to peaks. Bayaq licked his lips absentmindedly while he stared at her. His blood started rushing from the moment she'd started and by now, Bayaq's mouth was watering and his pants had become extremely uncomfortable.

"Do I need to stretch?" Bayaq finally asked, feeling silly. He'd never stretched before sex before but given her nimble display he wondered if he should. However upon asking his question, Cidelle looked at him strangely.

"You can if you wish," Cidelle said. "I'm just trying to loosen up before I show you a few tricks."

"Tricks?" Bayaq asked.

Cidelle nodded and got herself standing straight while she faced him with her arms at her side. Then she bent forward right before throwing herself backward so she did a few back flips then finished with a spin in the air her legs close to her chest and she landed on her feet. And like that, Bayaq felt really stupid. Here he thought she was trying to seduce him when really she wanted to do some gymnastics. He kept a straight face and clapped after the display – the bright smile and blush when he applauded made his prior feelings melt away and he felt another surge of excitement.

"That was amazing," Bayaq said.

"Oh, stop. That was just a warm up," Cidelle said bashfully and Bayaq wasn't sure if she was being serious or trying to show off and impress him.

She took a moment to straighten out and when she did, she did more back flips, twirls and spins that left Bayaq mesmerized. There was something so elegant about it even when she would walk on her hands, then on her feet and then on her hands again as if she couldn't decide if she wanted to be upside down or right side up. She eventually seemed to grow bored of what she was doing though Bayaq couldn't fathom how.

"I'll go to the Pedestal now," Cidelle said and ran over so she could move Bayaq to just the right spot. "Stay right here. Don't move."

After he was positioned, Cidelle ran to the ladder of the Pedestal and climbed up to the top. Once she'd made it to the top, two very long red ribbons flowed down until they just barely reached the ground. Once started to move and Bayaq looked up to see Cidelle climbing down. Soon she was closer to the ground but she never planted her feet. Instead, she began to climb back up one ribbon while she wrapped the other around her leg in a specific manner. She reached a certain height only to start spinning down with the ribbon causing the swift spinning until she used her other leg to stop herself. She used her legs to make the ribbons into a swing for herself, she went up and down the ribbons in various different displays. Watching her body spin and bend using her limbs to make shapes or swing upside down was actually quite adorable. He could tell she was having fun and it made the show that much better.

"Can all of you do this?" Bayaq asked when she had herself upside down in a gentle swinging motion.

"Not everyone. It's mostly among the Thunderbird women. My sister and I have always been best with the ribbon – same with Desarae actually."

"Your floor routine was certainly an amazing show," Bayaq said and Cidelle blushed. "Curious – does Yvonne ever do this sort of thing?"

"Oh, no," Cidelle said, "She knows some tricks on the ground but the constant motion makes her sick. She's one that prefers to keep both feet firmly on the ground."

"I guess some of us are better off that way," Bayaq chuckled.

"I know! I'll teach you how to do a handstand," Cidelle said excitedly and then twisted her body until she was able to drop down to her feet and come to him.

"Oh, no," Bayaq said as she was coming down and approaching, "There's no way. If I tried, I'd break my neck."

"Not with me looking out for you. Come on," Cidelle said and took Bayaq's hand guiding him to the closes home near the Pedestal. "It's best to start against a wall."

"Really, Cidelle, you don't have to waste your efforts on me," Bayaq insisted.

"No, no, I insist. Okay, so watch me," Cidelle said and turned so she was facing the brown clay brick wall. "First thing to do of course is place your heard on the ground. Like this." Cidelle got on her knees, placed both hands firmly on the ground and then planted the top of her head on the ground just a few inches behind where she rested her hands. "Come on, Bayaq. Just like me," she encouraged. Finally Bayaq got on his knees and followed her lead. Once he was situated, Cidelle lifted her head so she could help adjust Bayaq to be planted just right.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this," Bayaq said when he already felt his neck starting to hurt.

"Nonsense. Everyone can be cut out with just a little practice," Cidelle smiled and returned to position. "So you'll lift up your legs one at a time and keep them close to yourself until you've accomplished balance." To demonstrate, she lifted her right leg first and then her left but keeping them bent to test her balance. Bayaq tried to do the same, but he couldn't get his legs to go up and stay up. Cidelle started giggling and came back down so she could take a hold of Bayaq's legs to guide him into position. She eventually got him in position and balanced more or less but he could feel his core shaking.

"Jesus Christ, this is hard," Bayaq said mostly to himself.

"It only needs practice," Cidelle answered in English. "Now all you have to do is straighten your legs and you'll be in a handstand!"

She spoke with so much confidence. He was rather jealous of it especially since he was actually shaking from trying to keep himself from falling over. After years in construction and heavy lifting, he thought he was in fantastic shape. This exercise was proving him woefully wrong. Regardless of his lack of confidence, Bayaq followed Cidelle's directions and very slowly started lifting his legs so they were straight. Cidelle stayed beside him helping to guide him and soon his legs were completely straight.

"You did it!" Cidelle cheered and even clapped. Bayaq's whole body was shaking but he did feel just a little proud of himself. Sadly, in no time he lost his balance and despite Cidelle's efforts to help him recover, Bayaq's feet fell forward and he managed to land on his feet then on his knees. Once he was on his hands and knees, Bayaq sat up and back on his heels while Cidelle crouched beside him. "That was an excellent first effort."

"Thank you for being so kind," Bayaq smiled and stood up, Cidelle coming up along with him. "I assume you've been doing this your whole life?"

"Pretty much," Cidelle smiled. Then she seemed like she was becoming rather bashful and took a hold of his hand while she looked down shyly at the ground. "I think I've had enough exercise for the night. I was going to go off to bed if you wanted to come with me." Bayaq looked at her waiting for her to look up at him. She finally did and those eyes sparkled with a sweet and longing gaze. He felt all the blood in his body rush south all over again and he wanted so badly to take her up on her offer but he was scared it was too soon.

"Why, Cidelle, you haven't even kissed me yet," Bayaq said, hoping to keep the mood playful and, should this somehow be another misunderstanding on his part, giving her a chance to correct his assumption. Yet her blush deepened and she lifted his hand to her lips planting a kiss on his knuckle first.

"We'll start with that," she answered. She went to grab her dress, put that back on and then came back to grab Bayaq's hand and lead him back to her house.

"I don't want you to think this is shallow for me," Bayaq said as they walked together. "I don't want you to think I'd take you and discard you."

"So you'll want to do this again?" Cidelle asked hopefully.

"Yes," Bayaq answered bluntly, "And often; if you'll have me."

Cidelle turned to look at him, licked her lips and then started tugging him with as she started running back to the house. Back among the group, Taraq continued gazing at Uilette, especially after Hawk ran off. Travis stayed beside Oscar while they waited for their food and once they had it, Oscar led him to a place where they could sit and as they looked, a young woman spotted them and waved for them to come over.

"Travis," Oscar said once they met the woman that waved them over. She stood up and smiled pleasantly. "This is my wife, Wisteria. Wisteria, this is Travis."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Wisteria answered.

"The pleasure's all mine. Oscar spoke very well of you when we'd served in Europe together."

"Oscar has told me all about you as well," Wisteria smiled. "I'm am happy he could come to meet you, especially given our current circumstances."

"You have a daughter together, yes? Genevieve?"

"Yes," Wisteria answered, "I promise you will meet her eventually, but she's been in pour spirits. 2 of our grandsons were among the lost and it's hit her very hard."

"I can imagine," Travis said. "How many grandchildren do you and Oscar have?"

"17," both Wisteria and Oscar answered. Then Wisteria continued, "It is a conservative number for our tribe to be sure, but we only had the 1 daughter."

"So you know Oscar is…..you know," Travis started and Wisteria released a tiny laugh.

"Yes, I am aware of his preferences," Wisteria said. "Regardless he is a good husband and father. Even when he was gone for all those years, he still made sure to send word he was alright and send our daughter gifts."

"Please forgive me if this is offensive of me but are you and Oscar ever...intimate?"

This time, Wisteria's laugh was a little more vocal but still very demure, "Oh no, we've not slept together since we confirmed I was pregnant. Oscar was very honest with me from the beginning and I am very grateful for it. If I feel for such needs I will take a lover but when Genevieve was growing up, I had little time for it. Now that she's older and since everyone knows of Oscar's affiliation anyway, it's been much easier."

"I would imagine so," Travis answered a little awkwardly. "I hope I didn't offend you."

"Not at all," Wisteria said. "Please, come sit down."

Wisteria sat back down and patted the spot beside her. Travis sat beside her and Oscar sat beside Travis so the three of them could converse. Wisteria and Travis were fast friends – she was an extremely pleasant and kind woman and he could see why Oscar thought so highly of her. All this time, Taraq kept glancing in Uilette's direction, though after Hawk stormed off, she didn't stay among the group long. She put down her food and wandered off in another direction. Seeing her that upset, Taraq couldn't help himself and he put down his food mostly untouched and followed after her. He followed her in the direction of the Pedestal and he was able to see his brother Bayaq and Cidelle talking before she started tugging him away. By then, Taraq had caught up to Uilette.

"Cidelle seems taken with Bayaq," Taraq said and Uilette turned to look at him. "I'm sorry. You looked really upset and I was concerned. Is everything alright?"

"Just a bad night," Uilette mumbled and brushed a tear away from her cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Taraq asked.

She took a moment to think about it before saying, "I don't know what good it'll do. I've been talking about it to Cidelle for years and it's not helped. Not for lack of effort on her part of course. My sister would bend over backwards for me."

"That's what a twin is for," Taraq said with a gentle smile. "She seems occupied but I'm happy to talk if you want."

Uilette took another deep breath and nodded. The two of them meandered until they found somewhere private. It was near the edge of the tribe's border where they could be alone. Taraq looked at her while Uilette was staring out into the open desert. There were tall bluffs, foliage and the sounds of nocturnal animals echoing through the night. Under any other circumstances, it would be extremely romantic. But the grim look on her face zapped all the romance out of the scene.

"What happened earlier?" Taraq asked.

"The same thing that always happens," Uilette said. "I really don't want to talk about it. All anyone ever does is talk about my infertility – I'm tired of talking about it."

"Sure," Taraq said. "Were you one of the women that was spinning off the Pedestal when we arrived?"

"Yes, I was," Uilette said. "I've been doing that a lot the past several years."

"I can tell you're really good," Taraq said. "You should have seen me when I was young."

"Very funny. I'm sure you're only 25 at best," Taraq said with a humored smile that she returned.

"I don't know my exact age; most of us don't," Uilette said, "I might not be very old in number but I feel older than sin."

"If it makes you feel better, I'm 54. So you're younger than me," Taraq said and Uilette finally smiled. "So what other hobbies to you have? Besides the Pedestal dancing."

Uilette smiled a little more, "I've never heard it called Pedestal dancing. I like that."

"It's all yours," Taraq smiled back.

"Honestly, that and what we do on the ground are my favorite things to do. Otherwise I'm usually responsible for making clothes," Uilette said.

"You like sewing?"

"I like it fine," Uilette said. "It's not as distracting but it keeps me busy. I made this dress." Uilette lifted the fabric of her dress by the sleeve to show it. It was a light yellowish fabric with a floral pattern and it was very light cotton from what he could tell.

"How do you get these fabrics?"

"Oscar started sending them to us," Uilette said. "He even sent us steel needles but I prefer using rattle snake teeth like the old fashioned way. You file down the root of the snake's tooth so it's uniform and use the hollowness of the tooth to guide the thread. What about you?"

"What do I do for work you mean?" Taraq asked and Uilette nodded. "I work for my brother as a builder. We build and remodel homes."

"That sound exciting," Uilette said. "What does your wife do?"

"I'm not married," Taraq said.

"Haven't met the right woman?"

"I did, but I can't have her," Taraq answered in a sad tone.

"Is she already married?" Uilette asked innocently.

"Yeah," Taraq said. He glanced at her and saw she was staring out to the desert again. "I don't know if she's happy, though. I wonder if I shouldn't see if maybe there's a chance I could make her happy."

"You need to be careful with that," Uilette said, oblivious to his meaning. "Just because she appears unhappy doesn't mean she is. She may still want to save her marriage."

"What if I know she's not happy?"

"If she's told you she's not happy then perhaps she is worth pursuing," Uilette said. There was a prolonged and uncomfortable silence between them.

"Are you happy?" Taraq dared to ask. With that question, Uilette seemed to understand his true meaning and stood up.

"I love my husband and I would prefer you not try to weasel on me and take advantage of me like a vulture," she said.

"Please, Uilette, I didn't mean it that way," Taraq said as he stood up as well.

"I know how you meant it," she said. "You have a good night, Taraq."

"Uilette, please-"

"I said have a good night," Uilette said and hurried to walk away.

Taraq felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach while Uilette walked away. He felt like he should go after her but his instinct told him not to. When he replayed what just happened in his head, he realized how much of an asshole he sounded like regardless of whether or not he meant to offend her. He didn't know what else to do except return to the group until he found Embry Jr. He was sitting beside Kevin talking about something when Taraq sat beside him.

"I think I fucked up," Taraq said, getting Embry's attention so he'd look at him. Embry apologized to Kevin for ending their conversation and turned his full attention to Taraq.

"What do you mean?"

"I imprinted on Uilette," Taraq said.

"Yes, I heard. I hear she's already married to boot," Embry said. "So what happened?"

"I went after her when she left so I could check on her and we talked for a bit. She said she didn't want to talk about what was wrong, so we talked about other things. The conversation veered to whether or not I was married and I said I wasn't. But then I said I met the woman I love but I can't have her because she's married. I asked her what I should do as a pure hypothetical, saying that I could tell this woman I was referring to wasn't happy. She suggested that looks could be deceiving but if this woman said she wasn't happy than perhaps there was something I could do. I asked her if she was happy and she realized I was talking about her, said she felt like I was taking advantage of her and walked away. I tried to explain, but she made clear the conversation was over."

"I see," Embry said with a small sigh.

"I don't know what to do," Taraq said. "What do you do when your imprint is happily married? Or says she's happily married?"

"You don't think she is?"

"I know she's not," Taraq said. "I can tell. I can feel it. Maybe if I knew she was happy I could let it go, but I know she's not and I can't. I feel like I have to do something but she says she still loves her husband and rebuked my advances. Pitiful advances quite frankly."

"Honestly, if she's really not happy, then I say just give her time," Embry said. "If she felt that imprint's pull then I'd say she'll admit to herself she's not happy and give you a chance. But don't be pushy either. Remember that there's a husband in the midst of all this and while she's unhappy, he might be very happy for all you know. And if he's happy or not willing to end things, you may be up for a fight. The last thing we need right now is infighting. Our focus needs to be on killing off that army of vampires, not you picking a fight with a married man to steal his wife."

"You're not exactly making me feel better, Embry," Taraq said.

"Right now? Making you feel better isn't the point. Trust me: I get it. I know how it feels to love your imprint and have there be obstacles from preventing you from being together."

"Being a married woman and underage are two very different obstacles," Taraq said. "One is tragic, the other makes you a pervert."

"Watch it, kid," Embry said. "You're not too old for me to slap you upside your head. Listen to me: we have a job to do right now. I know it hurts and once this is all over, you do whatever you need to so you can make your imprint happy. I'll stand by you on it 100%. But for now, we need to focus on the task at hand. Just tread cautiously for now and then after we're victorious against the army, then be reckless and stupid in the name of love." Taraq gave Embry a rather irritable look like what Embry was saying was extremely stupid.

"How am I supposed to be reckless and stupid or even tread cautiously if I've offended her?"

"You just have to make amends," Embry said with a shrug. "Next you have the opportunity, apologize to her for being insensitive and let that be the end of it."

"I didn't mean to be insensitive. I was just asking a question."

"Well, that question was insensitive and you need to apologize. Your intent doesn't really matter for shit right now, kid. What matters is how you sounded and how it comes off. That's what you need to apologize for," Embry answered.

Taraq took a few deep breaths to relax and finally admitted, "You're right."

"I know it's hard, but sometimes you've just got to stand back and wait for the right time to act," Embry said. "Truthfully, I would say it's best to be courteous and kind, let it sit and before you know it, she'll decide on her own how she feels. You can't force her to say she's not happy. She has to decide or realize she's not happy. But if she is happy, you need to be respectful of the boundaries she's set."

"I know," Taraq said and groaned. "Figures I'm going through this meanwhile Bayaq's getting along with his imprint effortlessly."

"Everyone's experience is different. Sometimes it's as simple as meeting and falling in love, sometimes you have to wait for them to grow up and sometimes there are obstacles one doesn't typically expect. All you can do is play with the hand you've been dealt."

"I guess," Taraq said.

"Just give her some space and tomorrow after we come back to the tribe, you can say you're sorry. Let her decide the next step from there, alright?"

"Okay," Taraq answered. He wasn't feeling better per se, but he at least knew what he'd do next. Hopefully, Embry would be right and Taraq could take the next step to winning her heart.

Bayaq followed after Cidelle back to her home and once they were inside, she took a moment to confirm that they were alone. She then led him to the room in the house she slept it and put up a curtain to give them some privacy. He hadn't felt this way in years. It was like being a boy again, sneaking around with a pretty girl trying to make sure they didn't get caught. Only this time, Bayaq thought to himself, this wouldn't be a fleeting romance between kids or a onetime thing. This was his imprint and he would make sure this wasn't the last or only time. Cidelle took off her dress and came over to him while he was already pulling off his tank top. She had a blind passion that aroused him. Once his shirt was off, she'd hopped into his arms and pressed her lips to his in a feverish kiss that he never wanted to end. If they'd done that for the whole night, he'd have been satisfied.

He carried her to the blankets on the floor that acted as her bed and helped her to get his pants and remaining clothing removed and tossed to one side. She took control, pushing him onto his back and trailing her lips down his body to pleasure him where he ached for her most. No woman had ever done such a thing for him before but now, his fingers laced through her long black hair as her lips trailed up and down his shaft with a sensual ease, he couldn't imagine never feeling that sensation again. Her teeth gently scrapping against the head, the texture of her tongue and the roof of her mouth and the feel of the back of her throat sent shivers down his spine. The gentle touch of her hand caressing his thighs trailing between them to stroke his erection and cup his balls was like the icing on cake. But what sent butterflies in his stomach was the look in her eyes. Her dark eyes staring up at him, her eye lashes fluttering delicately; it was so sensual and personal and he never wanted it to end.

She eventually came back up so she was straddling him and guided his erection inside her after which his whole mind went blank and for a moment he couldn't be bothered to move. He just wanted to savor the feeling of her and how wonderful she felt. The gentle whimper of pleasure she voiced as he slipped inside her was gratification enough. But then she started to move on top of him. Bayaq grabbed a hold of her and guided her into a rhythm they both thoroughly enjoyed. He could have stayed that way the whole time, but Cidelle was constantly moving; she pulled Bayaq over so he was on top so they could experience a different angle (several given her legs could be bent so far), she got on her knees so he could take her from behind, and then she begged to be on her back again because that had been the possession that felt the best. When he had her on her back with her legs on his shoulders leaning over her, she reached her peak and cried out his name unashamedly. Given they'd not discussed it but not wanting to ruin the moment, when Bayaq reached his own climax, he pulled out suddenly and released over her midriff, biting her leg all the while. She didn't bother getting cleaned up and pulled Bayaq back on top of her. The two fell asleep in each other's arms.

Everyone that had gathered for some food retreated to their homes near midnight. The next morning, Cidelle was the first to wake and Bayaq was the first thing she saw. He looked peaceful in his sleep and she couldn't help sighing at him longingly. She wanted nothing more than to stay in her bed with him never to leave again. She did eventually get up to address some immediate needs but once she was freshened up, she went back to her room and got right back into bed with Bayaq. The movement made him stir.

"I'm so sorry. Did I wake you?" Cidelle asked.

"Yes, but I don't mind," Bayaq answered and opened his eyes to smile at her.

"I had a wonderful time last night," Cidelle smiled.

"Me too," Bayaq said. "I know a few members of the pack are going into the city to call home. They'll be back by tonight. I hadn't planned on going so I'm all yours."

Cidelle became bashful and looked at his chest, trailing her nail gently over his muscles. "Do you suppose I could go into the city? I have always wanted to go."

"Of course," Bayaq smiled and turned so he was on his side beside her. "What would you like to do?"

"I don't know," Cidelle said, "I've heard the city has a lot of entertainment to offer but I don't know what."

"We'll figure it out," Bayaq said. "I'm sure there's plenty to do and if there isn't, we'll make our own fun."

"I can't wait," Cidelle said cheerfully and leaned over to give him a kiss. Their kiss deepened near immediately and once it had, Bayaq took his lips away to start kissing her cheek and jaw.

"I hope you don't mind if I have breakfast before we start," Bayaq said and started kissing his way down.

She hadn't realized what he meant at first and was even a little disappointed, but then he was kissing down her midriff and reached between her legs. When his tongue began to press against her intimately while his fingers slipped inside her, she started to whimper and giggle at the same time. She laid her head back savoring what Bayaq was doing. Her whole body tightened with need and she wanted nothing more than to just stay in bed while Bayaq broke his fast.

"Cidelle!" they heard Takara's voice from downstairs and Cidelle jumped with a yelp and hurried to get herself dressed.

"One moment!" Cidelle called out as she pulled on her dress. She looked at Bayaq apologetically. "I will ask father about going into the city. I'm so sorry to do this but you may be better off leaving through the window."

"Sure," Bayaq said and started getting dressed. "I keep getting you in trouble," he tried to joke.

"I like your brand of trouble," she reciprocated and then left her room to go downstairs while Bayaq left through the window, again, feeling like a teenager trying to avoid getting caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. He stayed behind to make sure she was alright and thankfully, Takara didn't say anything except that she needed to get out of bed and go about her day. She asked about going into the city insisting that since Grandpa Oscar would be there then it would be alright. Hesitantly, Takara finally agreed but ordered she never leave Oscar's sight and stay out of trouble. With a smile, Bayaq walked around the house and then knocked on the frame to get Takara's and Cidelle's attention.

"Good morning, sir," Bayaq said. "I hope it's alright; I invited Cidelle to come into the city with us and we'll be leaving soon." Too late, Bayaq realized he made a mistake. Takara looked between Bayaq and then his daughter with a grimace on his face.

"What are your intentions exactly?" Takara asked.

"I just wanted to take her into the city. Oscar will be there," Bayaq hurried to reassure hoping the presence of a chaperone would ease Takara's mind. It didn't. Instead he looked at Bayaq and at Cidelle again.

"I am not comfortable with you being alone with him," Takara finally said.

"We won't be alone, father; I swear! Grandpa will be there. You have nothing to fear," Cidelle pleaded.

"I have plenty," Takara muttered.

"Takara, you have my word my intentions are entirely pure," Bayaq said.

"Bullshit," Takara said. "I'm not stupid, boy. Don't assume that I am. You'll not improve my opinion of you that way."

"I promise I think nothing of the sort," Bayaq said. "We will never leave the group. Oscar will be with us the whole time; nothing will happen that you wouldn't approve of."

"And I suppose you're here just in time for Cidelle to ask to go into the city because nothing I wouldn't approve of has happened?" Takara said and when he saw Cidelle blush, he knew he was right. "I say again: do not assume I don't know what you're up to. If you want anything to do with my daughter, it'll be on my terms. Is that clear?"

Realizing he was fighting a losing battle, Bayaq glanced at Cidelle and then back at Takara. "I apologize for any disrespect I've shown. I shall be more respectful of you in my interactions with Cidelle."

Takara looked as though he were trying to decide if Bayaq was being sincere. Eventually he said, "Good. You will not take my daughter into the city. If you insist that you wish to spend time with her, you will do so with Uilette at her side. Owota and Yvonne need help collecting the rattle snake bones and venom from the scorpions."

"I would be happy to," Bayaq said and looked at Cidelle. "Shall we look for your sister?"

"Alright," Cidelle said. She was clearly disappointed but followed Bayaq out of the house and to the center of the village.

"I'm really sorry about that," Bayaq said.

"No, it's alright. We still get to spend the day together and that's all I wanted," Cidelle smiled and took a hold of his hand while they walked.

Those that would be going into town went to the cars they'd driven in with and made a show of saying goodbye to the Tistilal just in case although Edward didn't hear Miguel anywhere nearby. He'd stay with the tribe with a small handful of the pack that would be staying, specifically Bayaq, Blu Jae and Embry Sr. The group would return but with much fewer cars. It was going to be a very uncomfortable drive back but they needed to soldier through it to keep up the façade. Taking his eldest brother's advice, Taraq joined the group to go into the city to put distance between him and Uilette and that night he would apologize to her. They made the long 2 hour drive back to Phoenix with all the windows wide open: their only means of getting any cool air. Travis sat in the passenger's seat of Oscar's car while a few others were in his backseat, so the two of them kept conversation regarding them rather reserved.

"Wisteria is really nice," Travis said.

"Yeah, she's a good woman. I wish she didn't have to get dragged into my life the way she was but she's been good to me," Oscar said and glanced at Travis with a slightly humored smile. "Were you being serious when you asked her if we were still intimate?"

"Of course I was," Travis said and was trying not to blush. "I mean….I don't know. Given you're still married, I thought it was a reasonable question."

"I can assure you, Travis: I am not attracted to women whatsoever," Oscar reassured with a laugh. Travis glanced in the rearview mirror back at the three members of the pack in the backseat. They were either asleep or dozing off so he didn't worry too much about the shift if conversation. "Would it upset you if we were?"

"A little," Travis admitted. "Although I guess I shouldn't be."

"I promise: there's nothing between me and Wisteria except a daughter. A daughter who's grown and has her own children." Travis nodded absently. At the moment, there was something else weighing on his mind.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Oscar said.

"When you returned to the states for good, why didn't you contact me?" Travis asked. Oscar glanced at Travis briefly but ultimately kept his eyes on the road.

"I assumed you'd moved on," Oscar said. "I planned to do the same, but it turned out to be a lot harder than I'd thought it would. I always missed you, but I'd remind myself you'd probably met someone else and I needed to do the same."

"Did you meet someone else?" Travis asked.

Oscar hesitated to answer but eventually said, "Yeah."

Travis nodded awkwardly, bracing himself for something he likely didn't want to hear. "What's his name?"

"Richard," Oscar said. "When I came back to the US, I focused on the tribe. I returned so I could see my daughter. I found work in Phoenix and father outlined some expectation so I was supporting the tribe. Whenever I could, I always went to this gay bar in the city I'd found out about. You have to go in through the back door and it's in the basement of a drycleaner. Small place, but it's somewhere I could go to relax. One night, I met Richard. I'd met him once before in Korea – he served along with me and JJ. He wasn't there long. He suffered an injury to his leg and was discharged. He came to Phoenix after his family cut ties with him."

"Why did his family cut ties?"

"Because he's gay," Oscar answered as though it were obvious. "He came to Phoenix to get a fresh start after the falling out with his family and we met at that bar one night. I bought him a drink, we started talking, we went on a few days and before I know it we're living together."

"So are you two still together?" Travis asked as he became aggravated.

"No," Oscar said. "We broke up last year. We were still living together until last month but he still comes over and cleans." Oscar chuckled a little to himself under his breath. "He thinks I'm a slob. He claims if someone didn't come to clean up after me, I'd be living in filth in a week. Frankly, that's not true but I won't turn down free cleaning services."

"How long were you two together?" Travis asked.

"Seven years," Oscar said.

"Do you still love him?" Travis asked.

"Sure I do," Oscar said, "but things didn't work out between us and we're better off as friends."

Travis nodded again and stared out the window watching the scenery as they zipped by. When they finally arrived at Oscar's place, everyone got out of the car to stretch while Oscar went to the door, Travis still at his side. It was a bottom unit amidst a line of homes that looked more like a cheap motel than an apartment complex with red exterior that fit its surroundings. There was an attempt at having some greenery in the complex but it was made up almost entirely of cactus plants and one palm tree near the administrative office for the complex. When Oscar opened the door, there was a blonde man in a white shirt and jean shorts wiping down the countertops of the kitchen with a white towel. The house smelled clean likely due to the efforts of the man in the kitchen.

"You're here early," Oscar said as they walked into the apartment. It was a tiny apartment. The kitchen, living and dining room were all clumped into a tiny space, there was an open door that led to a tiny bedroom and in that hallway was a tiny linen closet and a bathroom.

"I thought you were home and figured I'd bring breakfast but since you were out I went ahead and cleaned," Richard said. "Speaking of, it's in the fridge."

"What did you bring?"

"Just an egg sandwich," Richard answered.

"The one they sell at Texaco?"

"Yup," Richard said and sprayed the cleaner again and wiped again. "So where'd you run off to? I came over the other day and you weren't home then either."

"It's a long story," Oscar said. "Listen, I've got a few people over that need to use my phone. Are you almost finished?"

"Just let me put some things away and I'll be done," Richard said and wiped one more spot on the counter before putting that stuff away and putting other things away.

"My phone's right here for anyone that wants it," Oscar said and Jacob requested some paper and a bowl, put numbers on each little piece and placed them in the bowl so everyone could draw a number to determine what order they got their call.

"Friends of yours?" Richard asked.

"Yes, they're here from Washington to help my tribe with something. It's a long story," Oscar answered. "Guys, this is Richard. He's a friend of mine." The group acknowledged him briefly but quickly returned to their draw. Travis closed the short distance and walked to the kitchen so he could meet Richard.

"Hey," Travis said politely.

"Hello," Richard said. He seemed to look thoughtful and then glanced in some direction a moment. "You look just like your picture."

"I'm sorry?"

"Oscar has a picture of you from when you served together," Richard explained. "He showed it to me once but I've caught him looking at it several times over the years."

"Oh," Travis said. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Richard said. "I guess I just got tired of being second best." Travis didn't say anything because he didn't know how to respond. When the quiet became too much, Richard smiled kindly and patted Travis's should. "Well, I'd better get going. It was good meeting you."

"You too," Travis said. Richard went to Oscar to say goodbye to him and to the other people in the group before walking out of the apartment.

"Oscar," Owen spoke up, "Nesia and I will be going out for a bit. What time are we going back?"

"I'd say be back by 1 and you'll be fine," Oscar said.

"Where are you going?" JJ asked.

"Just to the grocery store and then the park," Nesia answered.

"Alright," JJ said, "be back by 1. Do you have cash?"

"I've got it," Oscar said and grabbed a $10 bill out of his wallet and handed it to Owen.

"Thank you. We'll be back by one," Owen said and they stepped out of the cramped apartment so they could walk to the nearest grocery store. A mile walk might not have been a big deal typically, but given it was 89℉ outside, it made the walk a little difficult.

"He's your big brother isn't he?" Ahiga asked.

"Yes," Nesia said. "When daddy passed away, JJ took over as the father figure."

"What happened to your father?"

"He died in Paris," Nesia said in a sad tone. "There was a sniper and the group was trying to get to cover, but the sniper hit Travis in the leg and daddy went back for him. He managed to save Travis but was shot and killed in the process."

"I'm sorry," Ahiga said. "You must miss him."

"I do," Nesia said. "When he'd went to war, I used to get sad but I'd remember daddy would come home and everything would be okay. So when we found out daddy had died and they brought his ashes home, it was like our whole world came tumbling down."

"Your father must have been a good man," Ahiga said.

"He was," Nesia said. "JJ looks exactly like daddy. Sounds like him too. So sometimes if I really miss daddy, I go visit JJ and we talk. When I was little, I used to beg JJ to read to me in German so I could pretend daddy was back."

"Your father was German?"

"No, he spoke German," Nesia said. "A family friend taught him. JJ's the only one that still speaks German fluently. Salem and I are out of practice but if you pinned some Marks to my lapel and dropped me in Berlin, I'd probably get by alright."

Ahiga smiled, "I remember when I was a kid, I didn't know who my father was. I'd ask and mom would just say 'it's best you don't know' and leave it at that. I never realized Barka was my father. Honestly, sometimes I'd give anything to have never known."

"I don't blame you," Nesia said. "Ahiga," she started nervously, "what if you and your mother came back to Washington with us? My family could help you find work or make sure you get work and you and Haseya can have a normal life away from the tribe."

"I wish I could, but father would never put up with it," Ahiga answered. "What you've seen of him is a fraction of what he's capable of. Like I told you yesterday: he puts up with Oscar living here because he gets something out of it. He wouldn't get anything out of me picking up mom and moving to Washington."

"Well, it's not his business to get something out of you," Nesia argued.

"I agree, but that's not how it would play out," Ahiga said. "I appreciate you thinking of us, but I'm better off keeping his attention on me and mom out of it. She's suffered at his hand enough." Nesia took a hold of his hand to reassure him when she realized Ahiga was becoming angry. He took her by surprise when he laced his fingers through hers. "Enough about father."

"Absolutely," Nesia said. "So…you know how to get to the nearest grocery store, right?"

"More or less," Ahiga said – the assertion was no comfort to Nesia in this sweltering heat. Eventually, though, they made it to a grocery store and stepped into the air conditioned building. Ahiga stepped it. Nesia practically sprinted in so as to get out of the sun. "Christ almighty, woman, it's the sun not a swarm of bees," Ahiga said with a laugh at her expense.

"You're used to this ungodly weather. Back in Washington it rarely goes past 70℉," Nesia said. "Honestly, I think it'd rather skip the park and just eat the fruit in here."

"No, Nesia, we're going to the park and that's final," Ahiga said as he approached her. "Do you mind if I pick the fruit we get?"

"Sure you can," Nesia said, suddenly flustered by how close to her Ahiga was.

"Great," he smiled at her, "let's start with that giant green melon. I've always wanted to try that."

"You mean the watermelon?" Nesia asked. "Sure. Let's pick a good one." She went to the large container that held all the watermelon and started knocking on it. She picked up a few more and did the same thing.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm checking for a ripe one," Nesia said. "If it sounds hollow then you know it's ripe. The flesh inside should be just a little cracked when you cut into it. That's how you know it's at its sweetest." Ahiga nodded and watched her keep knocking until she found one that sounded just right. "Perfect," Nesia smiled. "I think we should either only get this or the next fruit we buy needs to be small."

"How about those?" Ahiga asked, pointing some avocados.

"That might be a little heavy," Nesia said and looked around for something else. "You know what? Let's get some apples. Green are my favorite but we'll buy a small variety so you can choose with you like best."

"Alright," Ahiga said and followed after her to the apples on display. She bought one of the four varieties of apples that were on sale and once they had their fruit, she grabbed a cheap knife they could use and they bought their food. Carrying the bags out of the store, Ahiga led the way back to the apartment complex and they sat on a picnic bench together that oversaw a child's playground that was bustling with little kids playing.

"Let's start with the apples," Nesia suggested and handed him the green sour apple. "These are my favorites." Ahiga accepted the apple and took a bite. It was sour and made him scrunch his nose.

"It's sour," he said.

"That's why I prefer them. The other varieties are a little too sweet for my liking. Although we use red apples whenever my grandma makes apple butter," Nesia said.

"It takes a minute to get used to the sour but once you do, it's pretty good," Ahiga finally said and took another bite. Then he handed it over to Nesia before grabbing a yellow apple. Since Nesia didn't want the yellow or red apples, Ahiga ate them and Nesia finished off the green apple. Once done, she grabbed the cores and tossed them in a nearby garbage can.

"Alright, now for the grand finale," Nesia joked and used the cheap knife to cut the watermelon in half. The center was cracked just as she'd hoped. "Oh! It'll be perfect!"

"I can't wait," Ahiga said. Nesia started cutting the watermelon again but as she pushed, the blade of the knife detached from the hilt and Nesia was staring at the hilt in frustration.

"I guess for 15 cents, you get what you pay for," Nesia muttered and Ahiga chuckled.

"Here, I'll finish cutting it," Ahiga said and carefully cut the halves of watermelon in half again so it was four pieces. "I'll take two, you take two?" Ahiga said.

"Sure," Nesia smiled and grabbed a fourth while Ahiga grabbed another. He took a bite of the melon and was clearly pleased.

"Oh wow, that's so refreshing," Ahiga said.

"I know, right? During fourth of July, we always have more watermelon slices than anyone can feasibly eat. A few of my uncles live in Seattle and they always go to the 4th of July parade together and they're practically giving away slices of watermelon for 5 cents a slice."

"Sounds like fun," Ahiga said. "What does 4th of July celebrate again?"

"American independence," Nesia said. "Many years ago, the United States was just 'The Colonies' and there were 13. There was an uprising that lead to war between the Colonies and Great Britain. When we won, we became the United States."

"Ah," Ahiga said and took another bite of the melon. Juice was getting all over his shirt, but he didn't seem to care. Nesia was trying to be more delicate about it, but with only a broken knife at her disposal, it was rather difficult.

"You're making a mess," Nesia giggled a little at Ahiga with juice all over his chin and shirt.

"It's fine. I'll just bath before we go back," Ahiga said. "I can burrow one of Oscar's shirts."

"Will he let you?"

"I don't see why not," Ahiga said. He looked at Nesia and smiled. "Speaking of making a mess, you've got juice all over your chin."

"I'm trying not to but it's hard eating this way. I'm used to it either being a small slice or having a spoon and eating it directly out of the rind."

"So fussy," Ahiga teased and took another big bite of his melon. Nesia couldn't help giggling and, figuring she may as well, she picked up her melon and took a bite. Juice covered her chin and she felt some juice fall on her shirt. She was only relieved she'd worn green and not white. "That's more like it," Ahiga said. Nesia smiled back at him and tried to wipe the juice away with her wrist.

"I don't know if I can finish this whole thing," Nesia admitted.

"I'll help you," Ahiga assured before finishing off his first 4th of watermelon. Not leaving his chair, he tossed the empty rind into the garbage can behind them and got it in.

"Nice shot," Nesia said. Ahiga chuckled then went to his other fourth of watermelon. Nesia finished her initial fourth but gave the remainder to Ahiga to finish. After finishing, they threw away the remaining rinds. "I feel like a mess. I may ask to shower too before we return."

"You can go first," Ahiga said. Then he took Nesia's hand so they could walk back to Oscar's apartment. Nesia wanted to sigh but instead rested her head against Ahiga's shoulder as they walked together. Ahiga let go of her hand and instead wrapped his arm around her waist and she did the same.

Once they were at Oscar's apartment door, Ahiga said, "One more thing," and pressed a kiss to Nesia's lips. It took her by surprise but she soon fell into the kiss willingly and turned so she could wrap her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. She trembled when he pressed his tongue against her lips and delved in as soon as she parted for him. They kissed a few minutes savoring each other's taste before Ahiga pulled away and looked at her.

"Let's get back inside. I know you said you wanted a shower," Ahiga said and Nesia nodded.

He pressed one more kiss to her lips before opening the door to the apartment and stepping in with Nesia close behind him. She practically ran to the shower unable to stand everyone watching her blush the way she knew she was. Once she was in the shower, her thoughts went back to Ahiga and their kiss. He'd tasted of watermelon and has a musky smell to him that was his own natural scent. Imagining it again made her sigh. Once she was out of the shower, she dried off as best she could, wrapped her hair in a towel and got back in her clothes though wearing one of Oscar's spare shirts. Ahiga was on the other side of the door waiting for his turn when she stepped out. When he saw her, he smiled at her.

"Feel better?"

"I feel cleaner," Nesia answered. Ahiga kept smiling at her and walked past her into the bathroom.

"Good to know," he said and kissed her shoulder really quick, making her shudder before he closed the door behind him.