Magic Rises

resonated through the clearing, loud enough to be heard by everyone but still friendly and perfectly understandable. He must’ve given speeches to his troops. “Tonight we rape, kill, and plunder . . .”
    “In these mountains we have a fine tradition of the summer hunt. The rules are simple: Teams of hunters depart in the morning and return by the end of the day. Their game is examined and judged. Only mature animals may be hunted. Those who kill juveniles or females with young will find themselves and their team disqualified. The team that wins the hunt wins the prize from the lord of the castle.”
    Oh boy, oh boy.
    Two djigits brought out a rectangular frame covered with indigo fabric.
    “We are standing within the boundaries of ancient Colchis,” Hugh continued. “This is the cradle of Georgia itself. Long before the Common Era, a kingdom of warriors and poets flourished here. While inhabitants of Europe still struggled with crude implements of bronze, the sorcerer-smiths of Colchis mastered iron and gold. Today we pay tribute to their past glory.”
    Hibla stepped to the fabric and pulled it off with a flick of her hand.
    Gold shone, glowing in the bright sunlight. People around me sucked in a breath. The pelt of a ram was stretched on the frame. Each individual six-inch-long hair of its dense wool shimmered with radiant yellow gold. Wow.
    “I give you the Golden Fleece!” Hugh proclaimed.
    Applause rippled through the clearing. Someone howled, excited.
    “Like Jason’s Argonauts, who came here seeking Colchis riches, all of you traveled here. But the riches you sought are of a different kind, the riches of wisdom and friendship. This is our gift to you. It is twelve o’clock now. You have three hours. Prove that you are the superior hunters. Prove your bravery and your skill. Hunt now and the pack that brings the best game for our feast tonight will earn bragging rights and the Golden Fleece.”
    The clearing shook as a hundred people cheered in unison. Excitement charged the air. They were a hair away from going furry. The prospect of a hunt after being cooped up in the castle pushed the shapeshifters into overdrive.
    “And there is a second, more humble, but perhaps more useful prize.”
    Hibla raised a glass container. It held a plastic bag with a quart of the brownish paste in it. Panacea.
    “It will be awarded to the shapeshifter who brings in the best kill.”
    Andrea’s eyes lit up. She elbowed Raphael.
    “Before I forget!” Hugh boomed. “Look to your left. You see that narrow pass between two mountains. Stay away from the pass. The creatures who live there do not welcome intruders. My people will go with yours as observers to ensure that you obey the rules of the hunt. Good luck to all!”
    “The Golden Fleece will belong to Obluda!” Jarek Kral roared.
    Desandra yanked her dress over her head.
    “No!” I barked.
    “I’m hunting,” Desandra said.
    “What will happen to the children when you change shape?”
    “They will change shape as well,” Lorelei told me with a small smile. “It’s very common for shapeshifter women to change shape while pregnant. It relieves the stress on the spine. I’m surprised you don’t know this.”
    I turned, looking for Doolittle. “Is this true?”
    Doolittle nodded. “As long as she doesn’t stay in the animal shape longer than a few hours and doesn’t attempt a half-form, she shouldn’t have an issue.”
    There was no way in hell I could keep up with a wolf. I turned to Curran.
    “It will be fine,” he said. “We’ll take care of her.”
    What? “I thought you’d have my back on this.”
    “I do.”
    “The human is too scared to stay behind alone.” Renok, Jarek Kral’s second-in-command, grinned at me. “Do you want some company?”
    Curran turned and looked at him. I had to give Renok credit. He didn’t flinch. Either very brave or very stupid. Possibly both.
    “Surely the Beast Lord won’t stay behind,” Hugh said. “The alphas of all other packs are participating.”
    And now if he stayed behind, it would be a giant insult. The pieces clicked together in my head. Hugh was eager to chat, and he really wanted to have me all to himself. He couldn’t segregate me in the castle, so he’d taken everyone out of it.
    Curran looked back at me. “I know you’re concerned for Desandra. That’s why we’ll all go and make sure nothing will happen to her.” He paused, making sure our stares connected. His gray eyes