Dragoncrest Cliffs Lightning flash—

The boy remained puzzled, turning his confused thoughts over and over as he followed Erzulie down to the Sound. Caiaphas was dead. She could not steal any more children even if that was true.

Unless she meant to imply that Caiaphas still roamed here, maybe not in living form, but not all loa were benevolent. Was it possible for a mortal of sufficient celebrity or notoriety to be formed into a loa when they passed? Sobo did not know the answer, but the mere thought was chilling.

He listened and nodded when Erzulie was finished. Mamá told me dis once. She said dat is how she got de scars on her face. She did not say dat ya lived here. He had not understood the concept of captivity then, and wondered if that was why his manman brought up becoming a man, because he was old enough now to understand the way that might traumatize someone. He still did not understand what any of this had to do with his sister; the way memories became jumbled with age was not something such a young wolf could appreciate.

The grotto’s mouth was a dark blot against the cliffs. Sobo shivered. Do we have ta go in dere?