Lupi 06 - Blood Magic

 
    ONE

    On a blistering noon at the tag-end of July, Balboa Park in San Diego offered plenty of green to sun-weary eyes. The paths in the Palm Canyon section were some of the park's prettiest byways, though shade was scant now. With the sun directly overhead, it was reduced to furtive puddles at the feet of the palms' arcing trunks.
    A tall man walked one of those paths alone, dressed head-to-toe in black.
    His hair was dark, his skin lightly tanned. His eyes were hidden by expensive sunglasses. From a distance he looked like a clump of shadow visiting its more dappled cousins along the bone-colored path.
    Rule Turner touched his sunglasses lightly. They didn't need adjusting. He just liked the tactile reminder. They'd been a gift, a surprise present from Lily when the two of them returned from North Carolina with his son yesterday. She'd even found a smaller, identical pair for Toby, which the boy wore constantly. So Rule touched the shades and thought of Toby, and of Lily, and why he was here.
    Two men rounded a curve in the path, heading toward Rule. Neither wore sunglasses. The older one looked like a blacksmith or some primordial earth deity - bearded and burly and as if he might burst out of his slacks and shirt at any moment. His beard and hair were rusty brown shot with gray; his eyes were the color of roasted nuts. Tanned skin creased around craggy features in a way that suggested smiles came easily and often.
    He wasn't smiling now.
    The other man looked younger and more dangerous... which was true in a sense. Benedict could kill faster and more surely than anyone Rule knew. He shared his companion's muscular build, but fitted over an additional five inches of height. Benedict's features reflected his mother's heritage, the cheekbones flat and high, the mouth wide, and his black hair was long enough to club back in a short tail.
    No smile lines around those dark eyes. He moved with the economy of an athlete or martial artist, which he was; he wore athletic shoes with jeans and an oversize, untucked khaki shirt.
    The shirt did nothing for his build or the bronze of his skin, but Benedict wouldn't have thought of that. Clothes, like most things, were tactical tools to him. The shirt was appropriate for the setting and hid whatever weapons he'd deemed appropriate. Knives, certainly. Probably a handgun.
    Neither of them looked like Rule. Nor did they much resemble each other. A stranger wouldn't have guessed the three of them were a father and his two living sons.
    The older man stopped some fifteen feet away. Benedict dropped back a few feet, guarding his rear. Rule continued walking until he was only three feet away, then stopped, too. Waiting.
    "Do you not kneel?" Rule's father demanded.
    "I'm waiting to see who greets me."
    Now there was a smile. A small one, but it reached the nut-brown eyes. "Your Rho."
    Immediately Rule dropped to one knee, bending his head to bare his nape. He felt his father's fingers brush his nape, and in Rule's gut the portion of mantle that belonged to his birth clan - to Nokolai - leaped in response.
    The other mantle - the complete one - remained quiet. Leidolf didn't answer to Nokolai.
    "Rise."
    Rule did. And still he waited. Isen Turner might be wolf in his other form, but his son thought of him as more like a fox - canny, tricky, highly maneuverable. Isen could trip Machiavelli on his assumptions, so Rule did his best not to possess any.
    For once, Isen was blunt. "Why did you assume the Leidolf mantle?"
    Rule had already told him how it happened, though over the phone. For some months he'd carried the heir's portion of the Leidolf clan's mantle, due to trickery of the man who had been Leidolf's Rho. Then Lily had been possessed by the wraith of one who, in life, had been Leidolf. Rule had needed the authority of the full mantle to command the wraith and save Lily. He'd taken it, killing the former Rho - and becoming leader of his clan's enemies.
    But if anyone understood the difference between a chronology of events and a revelation of motive, it was Isen Turner. Rule kept his answer brief. "To save Lily."
    "Was that the only reason?"
    "No."
    Isen hmphed. "Taught you too well, haven't I? Very well. You don't speak of your other reasons. Is that because they are Leidolf business?"
    "In part. Mostly, however, I am bound by a promise I gave."
    Isen's bushy eyebrows climbed in surprise that might have been real. "A promise! Obviously I can't ask what you promised, but who...