Kindred (38 page)

“I trust Genna,” I say.

Daisy looks at me. “No, I mean about them,” she says, nodding toward the door. “I-It just worries me, is all.”

“And it should,” Nathan says. “There’s only one thing that a Praverian fears and that’s another Praverian.”

27

IT’S ALMOST DARK WHEN the three of us make it to the train bridge. I park my Jeep in an alcove on the side of the road and we walk up the hill and into a veil of trees toward the railroad tracks. A few cars pass by on the street below, but the traffic is thinning out as the evening progresses. I’m starting to worry about the moon; tonight it’ll be full. Tonight is the night that I will know if Adria is alive or dead. And that makes this meeting with Genna that much more important, though I’m not exactly sure why. I’m conflicted about being here waiting for Genna when I want to be waiting for Adria’s connection to me to develop.

Twenty feet from the rusty old bridge and Genna steps out in the center of the tracks. I never noticed how bright green her eyes were; the only time I ever saw her was when she went with me to Georgia to find Adria, but even then I could hardly notice anything, I was so worried about my girl.

“Genna?” I say to break the silence. Already I’m looking around for any sign of Adria.

Genna steps closer.

“You see her?” Daisy says, apparently not granted the same opportunity.

“I don’t see her, either,” Nathan adds, peering into the trees.

“Sorry,” Genna says as she gets closer, “I have to be one hundred percent sure before I reveal myself to them.”

“Okay,” I say, “how?”

“They have to speak my name,” Genna says, “not my given name, but what I am.”

I look at my brother and sister, first wondering if they can hear Genna at least, but it’s apparent they can’t.

“She wants both of you to say the word Praverian.”

Daisy’s face gets all twisted. “Huh? Why?”

“Because a
Praverian
,” Nathan says with extra emphasis on the word, “can’t speak their name aloud, or it’ll mark them permanently to all other Praverians.” He looks into the semi-darkness as if looking at Genna, who’s actually three feet to the right of his gaze. “I just said it twice.” He holds up two fingers. “Baby, you already know I’m full-on werewolf—what’s with the distrust all of a sudden?”

“Because,
baby
,” Genna says and I can tell that Nathan can see her now because his gaze moves over to where it should be, “one hundred percent. I have to be careful.”

Genna nods towards Daisy. “Now her,” she demands.

Nathan and I both look at Daisy simultaneously.

“
Praverian
?” Daisy finally says with a little melody in the word and as though this whole thing is ridiculous.

“Good,” Genna says, “now to business—we have a serious problem and I never saw this coming, so let me get my thoughts together for a second.”

I may not know Genna Bishop, how she usually acts, or really much of anything about her, but the way she is right now, it doesn’t seem normal for someone like her. She appears nervous. I guess that’s what has me so confused because Praverians fear nothing except themselves and it’s obvious to all of us already that there is another Praverian around.

But why would that be
our
problem?

Genna rests one arm across her stomach and props the other at the elbow so that her fingers can probe her lips in thought. She paces alongside the rusted steel of the track.

Suddenly, as if she’s decided something last minute, Genna stops and looks over at us all and her hands drop back to her sides. “I guess we should get this out of the way first,” she says and then she looks to her left and a dark figure emerges from a patch of trees.

“Harry!” Daisy shouts and runs toward him.

I do a double-take and when I’m confident that I’m really seeing Harry walking toward us, I start to panic, wondering if Adria is with him, if she’s going to emerge from the trees, too. “Where’s Adria?” I say to Harry desperately. I can’t help it that I don’t ask about his well-being first; it’s obvious that Harry’s alright. I need to know about Adria and I need to know now.

“She’s not here, Isaac,” Harry says calmly and I immediately detect something very different about him.

He looks exactly the same. Perfectly healthy and unscathed, so I rule out a number of things that weren’t likely, but still could’ve been.

“Well, where
is
she?” I say, urging him to tell me something before a vein in my head explodes.

“My connection to Adria is still too weak,” Harry says and I’m growing more leery of him with every foreign word he speaks, “but I can tell you that she’s alive.”

I rush over to him and stand my ground, balling my fists at my sides. “Don’t do this shit to me, Harry! She’s been missing for almost
two weeks
! When she disappeared,
you
disappeared—where
is
she?”

Daisy steps between us, but what bothers me the most is that Harry never flinched. I don’t sense an ounce of fear or intimidation in him. And this only tells me that either he’s not Harry, or…he’s not human.

Nathan grabs me from behind and pulls me away from Harry. I don’t fight against him, but I never take my eyes off Harry’s eyes, which I’m starting to realize
are
different from the Harry I knew. Slowly, Harry is
letting
the true color of his eyes be revealed to me. They’re a deep, crimson red, sparkling around the irises just like Genna’s….

I look to and from them both, back and forth in a mystified daze.

Daisy notices Harry’s eyes now, too. She turns him around to face her; the backs of her fingers brush alongside his cheekbones. “What’s….Harry, what’s going on?”

Harry leans over and kisses Daisy, but he doesn’t answer.

“Let me start from the beginning,” Genna says. “It’s the only way any of it is going to make sense to any of you.” She looks lastly at me, waiting for me to relax and give her the floor.

I let my rigid shoulders ease and only now does Nathan let go of me.

“I’m listening,” I say, but I’m extremely impatient and as much as I want to know what’s going on, I’m still hell-bent on focusing on Adria.

Genna folds her hands behind her back and lets her breath out slowly. “When I came here, to Maine,” she begins, “I came because my Charge lived here and as you know our Charges are our most important duty.”

I glance coldly at Harry, but still nothing is making sense.

“Harry was—is—my Charge,” Genna says and I hear Daisy gasp. “I came here to see him through his transition into becoming one of us…
again
anyway. It’s why Adria often saw me in Harry’s presence, sitting next to him in Geometry class, at The Cove when you all decided to drag Harry along to a place packed with werewolves, which could’ve gotten him killed.” She stops for a second, gritting her teeth at this part as though still mad about it. “I was there, just in case things got too out of hand and I would need to protect him.” She takes another breath. “But something went so damn wrong and like I said, I never saw it coming.”

“
What
went wrong?” I say through my teeth, wanting her to hurry and get to the point.

“Harry was supposed to Become,” Genna says, “as in, go through his transition into understanding what he truly is, sometime on the night that you and Adria were attacked in that car. The night that you bonded her to you.

“But he didn’t Become and when the destiny of a Charge is altered like that, it means that another one like us, one gone Dark, was there to alter it.”

“But how do you know that
anyone’s
destiny was altered?” Nathan says. “I don’t believe in all that destiny and fate BS—how would you even know?”

Genna looks away from my eyes and only at Nathan now, but I can tell that it’s for more than just answering his question. She can’t force herself to look at me.

“A Charge’s destiny is always predetermined,” she starts out slowly, cautiously, which only makes me that much more apprehensive, “and we see the lives of our Charges from beginning to end. Harry’s destiny was to Become so that he could protect his own Charge…Adria.”

I can’t breathe. My chest suddenly feels like there’s something sitting on top of it, pressing down forcefully against my ribs. Nathan’s right behind me again, ready to grab me if he needs to, but right now I can’t even move. My legs feel like concrete.

I notice Daisy step away from Harry a few inches; she looks at him with confusion and uncertainty.

“It was the thing about Adria that I couldn’t understand when I fed from her long ago,” Genna says softly. “It was why I felt she was connected to us in some way…because she is a Charge.”

Finally, Harry walks closer to me, but not out of disrespect. There’s something in his eyes, maybe benevolence and sympathy. “I’m not the one you should be pissed at, Isaac,” he says and then his voice becomes more urgent. “It was never supposed to happen, that night in the car. Isaac, the attack never should’ve taken place. Adria should be perfectly normal, perfectly human right now, not even bonded by your blood or anyone else’s. It
wasn’t
supposed to happen.”

“THEN WHY
DID
IT?” I’m shaking with anger, and already I can feel the beast within, the rage burning in my veins. But I have to hold out. I have to control myself at least until the full moon reveals itself. My fists are clenched even harder at my sides, my arms motionless and unbreakable; blood seeps from the palms of my hands as my claws protrude and pierce my skin.

I fall down into a crouching position, pulling both hands to the sides of my head. My eyes shift black and my blade-like teeth puncture through my gums. A low growl reverberates through my body, rattling all of my bones.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” It comes out in an echoing, infernal growl. I don’t know who it was that touched my shoulder, but I’m in no mood or position to be consoled.

“Isaac,” I hear Genna say, “no one here is your enemy. I protect Harry…for now…and he protects Adria.”

I jump to my feet. “
I
protect Adria! She’s no one’s Charge but
mine
!”

My ribs are starting to crack and I fight back the pain, my fists tightened, pulling my arms back to constrict my chest and hopefully delay my transformation. This time it’s Nathan’s hand on me, holding my body up and I don’t push him away. I need the comfort of my brother. I don’t want it, but I need it.

“Not yet, bro,” he cups the back of my neck with the palm of his hand, patting it once. “Not yet.”

I notice Daisy’s hand grab Harry’s and she pulls him away from Genna.

“If the only thing a Praverian fears is another Praverian,” Daisy says with caution and warning in her voice, “then how can you two stand here together?”

“I can’t hurt Harry,” Genna says.

“At least not yet,” Harry adds. “Once my Becoming is complete, then I’m fair game just like the rest of us. She can’t hurt me while I’m her Charge.”

“I need you to tell me everything you can about Adria,” I say to Harry. I’m doing everything in my power to hold back, to keep the beast inside because I need to know. I need whatever information Harry or Genna can give me. I don’t care about their Praverian issues. I don’t care about anything right now except finding Adria alive and getting her the hell away from all of this.

Harry’s Charge? I think not….

“I don’t see it all yet,” Harry says, “what Adria’s destined to do or become or to fulfill. I see bits and pieces here and there. A small light-haired woman. Childlike. Surrounded by orderly women. Sometimes all I can see is death; bodies laid out in a field. Mountainous. The sky churning shades of white and black and gray. And I see Viktor Vargas. Just his face.” Harry raises his head from being deep in the memories and he looks at me. “I would never hurt her…you know that, Isaac. She’s my best friend. No matter what I am, my human experiences and emotions are exactly the same. Damn, man, I’m still skinny-ass Harry who wants to be a Pro skateboarder one day. Being what I am, it never takes away those feelings.”

I see both Daisy and Nathan’s faces hanging onto Harry’s words as if they’re seeping poison into the air. I know what they’re thinking, that they can’t wrap their heads around Harry mentioning Viktor’s name, revealing to them that Viktor must still be alive. They glance at each other, but neither of them says anything.

I need to pull my head together. I look down at the ground, letting the train track and the grass sprouting all around it become the focus of my attention. I need to think.

“Genna,” Nathan says, “let’s just say this destiny stuff is legit—I’m pretending here, alright?—why would one like you mess with it?”

“They aren’t like us,” Genna and Harry clarify offensively at the same time and then Genna adds, “they go Dark for endless reasons—pick anything that might make you want to betray your own kind and it could be a reason—and out of spite, or hatred or revenge, they go out of their way to tamper with the Balance, interfering in our Charge’s lives, disrupting events that weren’t meant to be disrupted. Adria and Harry’s case is one of them. It’s why Harry didn’t Become when he was supposed to. Everything that has happened since the night Isaac and Adria were attacked in that car wasn’t meant to be.”