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the fall； and the last remnants of Richard's numbness made my body limp； so it didn't really hurt。 I lay for a second in a spill of curtain。 My hand brushed outward and hit metal。 I raised the edge of the curtain and found that this alcove was full of weapons。 I'd found the blades。 Chimera had thrown me into them； and the shock of Richard's injury had squelched the ardeur。 My hand closed on a knife that was longer than my forearm。 I raised it to the light and knew silver when I saw it。 The ardeur was gone without my feeding it； and I was armed。 Life was good。
Then I heard the sound of claws； or blades； in flesh； a thick； tearing sound of something sharp going through meat。 You hear the sound often enough； you know what it is。
I could see the hanging men from here； and they were untouched。 My stomach clenched tight and cold； because I knew where Chimera was。 I just didn't know which of them he was cutting up。
I pushed the curtain away from me； started to stand； and Abuta was in front of me。 I kept one hand balled in the curtain and flung it at him。 He did what anyone would do。 He flinched； and I drove the silver blade through the middle of his body； angling up； hunting for the heart。
Abuta screamed； hand reaching back towards where Chimera was cutting up my people。 He said something in a language I didn't understand。 As his body collapsed； I kept twisting the blade trying to find his damn heart； but the blade was stuck on his ribs and wider than my usual knives。 It wouldn't move where I wanted it to go。 I got a glimpse of a golden…colored blur moments before Chimera smashed a hand into me and sent me flying back into the hanging men。 I hit solid； and they cried out； then I was on the ground trying to relearn how to breathe。 His arm had taken me across one shoulder； and it was numb from the impact。
Chimera knelt over the snake man； cradling him in his arms。 Movement turned my gaze towards Micah and Cherry。 The front of Cherry's body was bloody ribbons； as if he'd racked claws down either side of her as deep as he could go； as much damage as he could do in as little time as possible。 Her ruined chest rose and fell frantically； she was alive。
Micah's body was spilled open like something ripe that had been thrown against a wall。 His intestines glittered like something separate and alive。 I could see things inside his body that were never meant to see the light of day。 He convulsed； jerking against the chains。
I screamed； and something about my panic opened me to Richard again。 He was lying on the floor downstairs； and he was dying； and more than that I felt that his giving up had hurt the wolves。 He was their Ulfric； their heart and their head； and his will was weak； and it made them weak。 The hyenas and the halfmen that fought for Chimera were fighting for what they believed in； or fighting for the ones they loved。 The wolves had nothing but Richard's willingness to die。
And I knew in that moment that if he died like that it wouldn't just be Jean…Claude and me who would join him； it would be all the wolves。 Something had gone terribly wrong with Bacchus and Zeke's plan。 The hyenas and the halfmen would slaughter our pack。 All of them； all of them would die。
I screamed again； and Chimera was in front of me； one hand balled in my shirt； his claws ripping shallow wounds in my upper chest。 He drew the other hand back； and time seemed to slow。 I had all the time in the world to decide what to do； and yet； I had no time left。 I felt Richard's breath rattling in his chest； felt him begin to die。 Micah's body gave one last shudder； then he went very still。
I screamed； wordless； reaching for something； anything to save them。 My power came； my power； and the one thing I could do to save us all。 It was one of the worst things I'd ever seen done and I didn't hesitate。
I didn't call my power there was no time。 I became my power。 It flowed up； through me； instantly； spilled into my hands。 I touched one hand to the furred arm that held me； then blocked his other arm as it swept down towards me in a blur of motion。 Blocked the blow and swept my free hand up over Chimera's arm； so that both my hands touched his arms。 The moment enough of me touched enough of him； I called the power I'd learned in New Mexico。 When I raised a zombie I put energy into the corpse； helped what lay in the grave to be solid and real。 This was the reverse of that。 I took energy out； sucked it away； made the lion man less real； less alive。
The fur flowed under my hands until I touched human skin。 It was Orlando King's body that collapsed to its knees in front of me。 Orlando's eyes that raised horrified gray to search my face； to beseech me； maybe。 But he never asked me to stop； and truthfully I wasn't sure I knew how to stop。
He started to scream just before his skin began to run with fine lines； like watching decades catch up with him in one fell swoop。 I fed on him； fed on his essence； fed on what he was。 It rushed through my body； thrilling along my skin； singing through my bones； cascading in a rush of joy through every fiber of my being； and beyond。 I felt the energy flow outward to Micah； down that link that made me want to touch him every time we were close。 The power found Richard and made him breathe。 It spilled outward to all the wolves； and they were no longer dependent on Richard's broken will； they had mine； and I wanted to live。 I wanted us all to live。 We would live。 We would live； and our enemies would die。 I willed it so。 I made it so。 I used Orlando King's life to fill my leopards； my wolves； and distantly； my vampires； with will。 Will to live； to fight； to survive。
And through all of it； Orlando King shrieked。 He screamed as his body drained away into my hands。 His skin was like dirty tissue paper on skeleton sticks when I finally let him go。 He collapsed on his side； that large body turned to something light as air； but still he screamed。 One ragged horror of a sound after another； and I felt no pity。 I felt only the rush of power like a flight of bird wings inside my head。
Micah was beside me in black； furred leopard man form。 The center of his body was whole； healed； only partially due to his shifting。 A huge spotted leopard the size of a pony stalked around us； hissing at what was left of Orlando。 Cherry was whole in her furred coat； not even bloody。
I must have stood there longer than I knew； draining Orlando King's life away。 Long enough for them to tear the chains off； long enough for them to shapeshift and heal。 The hanging men were changing form； too。 And with the change； they broke their chains； healed most of the damage that had been done to them； and dropped to the ground in spotted fur and claws。 They sniffed around what was left of Orlando。 They gave strange barking sounds as the thing continued to scream。
Micah's voice came furry； rough with his new shape。 〃Your eyes are like a night…filled sky with stars in it。〃
I didn't need to see a mirror to know what he meant。 My eyes were black； swimming and dark with the distant glow of stars in that darkness。 Obsidian Butterfly's eyes had been like that； and my eyes had mirrored hers after she touched me with her power。
The far door opened and