Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

landed on the holographic screen, notes rising and falling up and down on the treble clef.
When it was done, the dot blinked again, this time I recognized its position just under the ledger line, and more importantly what it meant.
I turned toward Creed. “So, now what?”
“I think you’re meant to sing, Soleil.”
I blinked at him. “What?”
“Sing. I think you’re meant to sing. Think about it. You’re the key. There were harmonics on the rainbow bridge. Voice recognition would be as good a cipher to use for an encryption? Why not use it to lock and unlock programs. It’s worth a try.”
The way he looked at me full of hope, I knew that I couldn’t let him down. I had to at least try, no matter how silly it felt. The countdown wasn’t going to go away, and looking foolish didn’t matter in the face of death.
I cleared my voice, and breathed deeply, and hummed out the middle C. The dot jumped to another note. And then another. Each time I was just able to hum it. It wasn’t quite a song, but more like a recognition of pitch and cadence. That was when the notes started to rush together and form a song.
I followed the notes at first as it bobbed along, but soon a song drifted up from my most favorite memories. A simple spiritual that I recognized, and started to sing rather than hum. “Wade, in the water…”
I didn’t quite remember the lyrics, and I may have flipped the verses around some, but the computer cared more for the notes and the voice rather than the words themselves.
A tiny little double beep broke me out of my reverie of song. I stopped mid-word to see that the countdown had stopped. The console seemed to unlock, and power was being restored to the rest of the station.
The glaring red dots on the aerial maps turned into a docile blue, and I had to believe that the towns were no longer targets.
“You did it, ramina. You did it.” Creed said it in awe and when I turned toward him, he looked at me with that hope and feeling again.
“I don’t supposed I can break you of that “ramina” habit now, huh?”
He grinned. “After a show like that? Absolutely not. Though I would still like to be able to call you by your name. If you’d like.”
I smiled at him. “I’d like.”
Another double beep at the computer, and something called the archangel files had come up. Something told me that I would want to investigate further.
For now, I needed to get home, to see my dad and question the St. Clairs.
“Was there something else we needed to do here?” I asked Creed.
“Well, you stopped Hellfire from raining down a mountain. I’d say that we could call that a good day’s work, apocalypse or no.”
I agreed with him.

We stood at the other end of the rainbow bridge. Osiris and Hugh would stay here for now, leaving Creed, Vin, and Remy to go with me back to the base. While I’d been singing the Hellfire away, the rest had been rounding up as many scientists as they could to keep in the same cells as they had their experiments.
They would be dealt with soon enough was all the answer Osiris gave me.
I didn’t see Doyle again, and no one mentioned seeing a prisoner of his description. The piece of paper in my hand was so crumpled and weathered that there were no longer fold marks. It seemed more cloth than paper.
I folded it again, and tucked it neatly in my pocket.
“Ready?”
I turned toward Creed, who waited to lead me back through the rainbow bridge. He promised to take me out to the Hill Country, where I could meet the elders. I wasn’t expecting a homecoming, though he promised there would be one for me.
My mother had always hoped that I would find my own truth, and I was finally coming around to understanding what she meant. I didn’t need validation for my powers. I didn’t need to live out the legacy that had been laid out before me. I could create my own truth, just as my dad and ma lived out their own truth with me.
Ma was an herb witch and scientist. Dad was a word mage and preacher. Both had protected me. Ma, with her blood on a deadly night. Dad, every time he preached and fortified our shields against Hellfire.
Me? Well, I was a word mage, too, it seemed, but also a singer. Where my dad shielded us from Hellfire, I was able to stop it completely.
Whatever we were individually, together we were family. Even though I had no biological kinship with them, I took after them, didn’t I? Wasn’t that more kin than blood?
After all, home was anywhere there was love. And family wasn’t about blood but about being with people who chose to be by your side and fought to remain there.
I had a ton more questions than answers, sure, and I wanted to know more about the family that I had and the ones that still searched for me. For now, though, I was content with heading back to my dad, and home.
The story continues in Wolf Cry, coming October 2018


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Preview of Requiem
Book one of the Dies Irae Society


Preview of Requiem Book One of the Dies Irae Society
CHAPTER 1: Requiem Aeternam HaleRequiem
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