Jaguar Sun (10 page)

“Who?” Damian asked.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t see their faces. They were someplace too dark. It was like some kind of meeting or something. But I could see Victrixa. I know it was her, for sure. And they were talking about me!”

The twins shared a look. “What did they say? Could you hear them?” Damian sat down on the other side of me so that I was now sandwiched between my friends. It made me feel a little safer.

“Victrixa said that I might be more than a shifter, but that she needed more time. And some guy, I think it was a guy, said that time was running out. And she told him that she almost has me where she wants me!” And as I said it out loud, it just kind of hit me. “Damian, she knows I have visions. Grandma told her, she knows!” I collapsed in tears against the back of the sofa.

“I’m gonna call Matt,” he said.

“Yeah, she needs him,” Lyssa said, grabbing an afghan from the back of the couch while Damian dialed his cell phone.

I somehow didn’t hear what he said, but it wasn’t long before Matt was there and I was in his arms. Damian must have told him what had happened. The conversation continued right where it had left off, except now it was sort of going on without me as I lay with my head on Matt’s lap and he stroked my hair.

“I think we need to go to the library at WNMU,” Damian said.

“Let me guess,” Lyssa said. “Research.”

“Well, something’s going on,” Matt said. “I trust Maya’s vision.”

“So we blow off classes tomorrow,” Lyssa said. “Let’s meet in the visitor parking lot at the university campus tomorrow morning.”

“We’ll have to be careful,” I said. “Tomorrow’s Monday. My dad will be on campus.”

Matt touched my cheek. “Shh. We’ll manage.”

By the time I got home it was 7:30 and I hadn’t even touched my homework. It was a good thing we wouldn’t be in school tomorrow. I did my best to get done what I could, but it was impossible to focus.
More than a shifter…
It kept playing over and over in my mind. I had been so scared when I first learned that I was a shifter. But then Matt had phased too and we were so happy. It seemed like it was our destiny to go through this great adventure together. But then things just kept spinning out of control, and I was starting to wonder if I’d ever have control over anything in my life again.

An hour later, I gave up and tried to fall asleep. When I heard Dad shut his door, I realized I’d been lying there for over an hour. I got up and quietly walked to my dresser. I pulled an old T-shirt out of the second drawer and, rolling it up, laid it along the crack at the bottom of my door. Then I opened my window and lit my little incense stove. I dropped in some
copal
, waited for it to melt, and began to purify myself with the smoke.

“
Balam
,” I whispered, “you are my spirit guide. I ask that you send to me your wisdom and lead me to the answers that I seek. You have gifted me with the power of your vision. Help me to use it wisely and to not be fearful of it.
Balam
, I ask that you show me how to be worthy of the trust of my friends and the love of my mate. And may I continue to be one with my Jaguar soul.”

My spirit felt calmer. I walked over to close the window. An owl hooted softly somewhere. I blew out the little candle and crawled back into bed. Thankfully, I fell into a long, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, as I drove to the university where Dad taught, I decided I’d better call Grandma and let her know what was going on. I pulled over and hit my speed dial.

“Maya,” she said, “should you be calling me during school?”

“I’m just heading in to class,” I said. Man, I hated lying to her. My gut tightened. “Grandma, I need to tell you something really, really important.” I sighed. This was going to upset her.

“What is it,
ts’unu’un
?”

“I had another vision … and it was … it was about Victrixa.”

“Victrixa? Really?”

“Yeah, and, Grandma, it wasn’t good. I think she’s involved in some kind of cult or group or something.” I hated telling her this. She was so trusting, she was so … me.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like her.” I could hear the confusion in her voice.

“I know,” I said, “but she and this…this group think I’m not just a shifter. They’re trying to find out more about me for some reason. I think they might be dangerous.”

“And your vision was very clear, Maya?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. “Grandma, please don’t see her or speak to her. I’m afraid for you.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I trust your vision,
ts’unu’un
,” Grandma said. “It is a great gift. I won’t speak with her again.”

“Thanks, Grandma. I know this couldn’t be easy to hear.”

“Your safety is what’s most important. Please be careful.”

“I will, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too, honey.”

I had arrived at the university. I hung up my phone, turned the corner, and pulled into the visitor lot. My friends were already there.

“I come here all the time,” Damian was saying to Matt. “All we need to do is get around to the front and get in. There are plenty of tables in the back on the second floor. We just need to get in without Maya’s dad seeing us.”

I looked at my watch. “He should be in class right now. We should be good,” I said.

We walked in without a hitch and signed the visitor log. From there, we followed Damian to the ancient history section, where he started pulling books off the shelves and piling them into our arms.

“Um, shouldn’t we be looking up information on shifters?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said, looking at another spine. “Victrixa seems to be looking for something else. You guys go on upstairs and get started,” he added. “I’ve got something I wanna check out.”

“But what are we looking for?” Lyssa asked from under her pile of books.

“We’ll know when we find it,” her twin answered.

“Okaay….”

Matt took a few books off the top of her pile, and we walked up the back stairs and found a table way in the back. Then we started to read. And we read. We must have been there at least an hour before anyone said anything.

“This sucks,” Lyss said. “There’s too much information to get through.”

“Look, I know there’s a lot,” Matt said. “But somewhere in here is the answer to what’s happening to Maya and why it’s so important to Victrixa.”

Lyssa was right. I’d had no idea how incredibly huge the Mayan civilization had really been. But it drew me in…their gods, their work with math and the stars. I couldn’t seem to stop reading.

“What?” Damian, said, suddenly staring at Lyssa with a look of aggravation on his face.

“Huh?” Lyssa said, looking first at Damian, then at me. I shrugged.

“What did you just say to me? That’s just rude, Alyssa.”

“Uh, no one said anything,” Matt said.

“No, she did. She just said that this is another one of my pathetic ideas.” Damian sounded angry.

“I did not!” Lyssa said, “I didn’t say anything. I was just thinking that… Holy shit! I was just, just thinking what he said!” She clapped her hand over her mouth and pointed wildly at her twin.

“Whoa,” I said. “Wait. What?”

Matt looked from twin to twin. “Wait a sec,” he said. “Alyssa, don’t talk, just think something. Damian, you just sit quietly.”

“Oh. My. God,” Damian said. “Whisper to Maya what you just thought.”

Lyssa whispered in my ear, then nodded at Damian.

“Lyssa thinks Matt’s a hottie,” Damian said.

“That’s right!” I exclaimed. “That’s what she said she thought!”

“Now try it the other way,” Matt said as he sent a smartass air kiss to Lyssa.

It was Damian’s turn. When he had finished his thought, he whispered it to Matt, who was sitting next to him.

Matt grinned. “Okay, Lyss.”

“Damian just thought my outfit makes me look like a ho,” Lyssa said, then she made evil eyes at her twin.

It was amazing, but the whole time this was happening something was scratching at my brain. This all made sense, somehow, like I’d had thoughts about it before. And then it clicked.

“Holy crap! That’s it! This is how you guys always seem to know what moves you’re going to make ahead of time when you play soccer together! I think this was always there, at first maybe just some kind of intuition. And now it’s like full-on telepathy!”

“But it’s just between you two?” Matt asked.

“I dunno,” Lyssa said, “everybody sit quietly for a minute.”

“Anything?” Damian asked.

“Nope,” Lyssa said.

“Wait,” I said. I picked up one of the books I’d been reading. “I think I saw something in this book about a set of twins.”

“Shut
up
,” Damian said.

“I think we’re going to need these books for a while,” Matt said.

“But we can’t use my dad’s card without him knowing, and you know how he is about all this Mayan stuff,” I said. “Plus we totally blew off classes today.”

“No card needed,” Matt said, walking over to the window. “Who wants to play catch?”

CHAPTER EIGHT

We were hard core criminals. (Well, maybe not hard core, but throwing university property out the library window had to at least make us badasses.) We didn’t take all the books, of course, just the ones that seemed most important. Sadly, we had to leave one behind because it was too fat to fit through the suicide safety windows. Carrying our load of books, we ran around the back of the building and then to the parking lot.

“Let’s hook up at our house,” Lyssa said. “The rents won’t be home until late. See you there.”

Matt and I watched them drive off. “How Bonnie and Clyde was that?” he said, giving me a quick, breathless kiss.

“You goof,” I laughed.

I followed him to the twins’ house, and when we got there we found them in the living room, ready for a full-out study session that even included Cokes and snacks. I was fumbling through the books for the red one that had mentioned something about twins when a small blue book caught my eye.

“Damian, is this yours? The one about names?” I asked.

“Yeah. That’s the one I went looking for in the library.”

“What for?” Lyssa asked.

“Oh, just a hunch.” He took the book out of my hands, and then we all settled into comfy chairs, sofas and pillows and started to read.

“Lyssa, could you read to yourself, already?” Damian said.

“I am reading to myself. It’s not my fault you’re in here with me!” she said, pointing to the side of her head.

“Whoa,” Matt said, “You guys are really going to have to learn to control that.”

It was true. They fought all the time as it was, just like every other brother and sister I knew. But, seriously, what was going on here? Clearly, everyone around me was developing these crazy powers. But why? I tried to focus on what I was reading, marking pages that might be important with sticky notes as I went.

“Oh. My. God!” Damian yelled so loud I practically jumped off my chair.

“What is it?” Matt asked, standing up and moving to where Damian was sitting on the couch.

“I think this is why Victrixa thinks Maya’s more than a shifter!”

“Oh? It has to do with her name?” Lyssa said.

“Um, that’s really annoying,” Damian said, “but, yes, it does have to do with her name. This is a book about the origins of different names. Listen to this:
The name Maya is found in almost every major religion in the world. In India, Maya, spelled M-a-y-a, was Queen Maya of Sakya, the mother of Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha.

“Buddha had a mom?” I asked.

“Well, duh,” Lyssa said.

“Shh,” Matt said.

Damian read some more, then looked up. “This same spelling of the name also refers to another name for the Hindu goddess Durga, meaning ‘invincible.’ As Durga, she is the protector of the world, vanquishing evil, such as greed, hatred, and prejudice. She is a savior in times of chaos—”

“That’s incredible,” Matt said.

“Wait, there’s more. There’s another spelling of her name.” He started reading again.
“In Greco-Roman mythology, Maia, M-a-i-a, was the earth goddess, the eldest and most beautiful of the seven sisters of the Pleiades. The name meant ‘mother,’ or ‘great one.’”
Damian looked around at what must have looked like blank expressions. “Hellooo! Am I the only one seeing a common theme here? All of these women were amazing. The mother of Buddha. Greek and Hindu goddesses. Saviors.”

“But what does all this have to do with our
Maya?” Matt asked.

“I think these women were all the same soul,” Damian said. “I think that she’s only ‘our Maya’ to some degree. I believe that she is the reincarnation of all these earlier women.”