Black Howl

by Christina Henry

“Where is Wade?” I asked.

  “The wolf is hidden in the castle,” she said in a whisper.

  “Where?” I nudged her with my boot.

  “In the south tower,” she said, looking at J.B.

  “J.B., you and Samiel go,” I said. “You’ll be able to get there fastest.”

  “Umm, I don’t think splitting up is a good idea,” Beezle said. “That usually leads to certain death.”

  “You watch too many horror movies,” I said. “Besides, someone needs to watch these two, and I’m not leading a parade to the tower.”

  “What’s guarding it?” J.B. asked.

  Amarantha looked annoyed that we’d asked. “Charcarion demons.”

  “How many?” I said.

  “Why should I tell you?” Amarantha snapped.

  I looked at Samiel and he broke another one of Violet’s fingers. She screamed in pain and Amarantha cried out, stepping toward them. I held the sword to her throat to stop her, and tried to remember that there was a greater good here, and I was supposed to be a part of it.

  “Fifty,” Amarantha said through gritted teeth.

  “Fine. The two of you can easily handle fifty demons,” I said to Samiel. “Gabriel, you take over the watch on Lady Violet.”

  Gabriel walked forward and put his hand on Samiel’s shoulder, and his half brother rose. Gabriel offered a hand to Violet and she accepted, her face confused. When she stood Gabriel nodded to her respectfully and then conjured another ball of nightfire. It hovered over his palm, the threat clear. Violet looked at the nightfire, then at Gabriel’s face, her expression resigned.

  I backed up a little from Amarantha, confident that she wouldn’t risk Violet’s life by doing anything stupid. I pulled J.B. close to me so I could whisper to him.

  “Do you think she’s lying?” I asked.

  “There are probably twice that number of demons up there, but I think we can manage them,” he replied.

  “Don’t worry about killing all of them,” I said. “The priority is to get Wade and get out of here. Do it as quickly and as safely as you can, and don’t bring him back into the throne room. Go right out to the portal.”

  “Yeah, before something else horrible happens,” Beezle muttered. “I still think this is a bad idea.”

  “Duly noted,” I said.

  “How will we let you know we have Wade?” J.B. said.

  “I’m going to move Amarantha and Violet into the courtyard,” I said. “We’ll see you when you come out.”

  “And then we’ll all run like hell,” Beezle said.

  “Some of us will. Others will allow themselves to be carried,” I replied.

  “Hey, you’re the one who wants to lose thirty pounds. I’m helping you out by adding extra resistance,” he said.

  “Okay, going to get Wade now,” J.B. said loudly.

  “Be careful,” I said.

  “I’m well aware of my mother’s ability to set traps and spring them,” he said. “I will be.”

  I waved Samiel over and signed to him. Watch out for a sneak attack. We don’t know if any other faeries loyal to Amarantha are still in the castle.

  He nodded. Beezle told me about the secret passages.

  The two of them left the room. I hoped that there was nothing between here and the south tower except the charcarion demons. Samiel had managed to hold off hundreds of them in the cave where we’d found the cubs, so I was confident that he could take care of them. If that was all there was.

  “All right,” I said to Amarantha. “We’re taking this outside.”

  She smiled, and I did not like the look of that smile.

  “And why should I obey you, Lucifer’s child?”

  I dropped my shoulders in annoyance. “Do I really have to repeat this again? I am not Lucifer’s…”

  That was when the spider landed on top of me.

  13

  I FELL TO THE GROUND, LANDED ON MY FACE, FELT THE horrible weight of its furred body above me. Beezle cried out as he was squashed by both the spider’s weight and mine. I rolled to my side, saw its fangs descending toward me, and plunged my sword into its abdomen.

  A gush of dark fluid poured from the wound, and I scrambled out from beneath the giant arachnid as it collapsed to the ground.

  I pushed to my feet, wiping goo from my eyes, and saw Gabriel holding off two larger spiders with nightfire. There was no sign of Amarantha or Violet.

  “That was disgusting,” Beezle said from inside my jacket. “We are not doing that again.”

  I knew from experience that nightfire was useless against spiders, so I shot the one on the left with electricity. It screeched and reared up as little arcs danced over its body. Gabriel got the message pretty quickly and conjured up the white nephilim fire to take out the other one. The air was filled with the smell of cinnamon and sulfur and rotting blood.

  Gabriel flew over the twitching, burning corpses of the other two spiders to my side.

  “You are unhurt?” he asked, taking my hand.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’d kiss you, but I have spider goo in my hair.”

  “Again,” Beezle said.

  “Did you see where Amarantha and Violet went?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “They disappeared into the wall passages. They are likely far from here by now.”

  “I told you we shouldn’t split up,” Beezle said. “They were just waiting for us to divide our forces before they let the spiders attack.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said. “You can have a doughnut if we get out of this alive.”

  “We must locate Samiel and J.B. Have you any notion of where the south tower is?”

  I thought of how often I’d gotten lost in the couple of days I’d stayed in Amarantha’s castle the month before. I shook my head.

  Beezle sighed. “Can’t either of you tell which way is north?”

  “I know Lake Michigan is to the east,” I said.

  “That doesn’t help you if you’re nowhere near Chicago,” Beezle said. “You’re not on the grid system here.”

  “Well, do you know which way is north, smarty-pants?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact,” he said. “It’s that way.”

  He pointed toward the doors we’d entered.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “I’m sure about everything,” Beezle said.

  “Confidence does not necessarily equal accuracy.”

  “It does for me.”

  Gabriel shared a look with me. “Do we have a better option?”

  “No,” I said. “If you’re wrong, you’re out that doughnut.”

  “I’m not wrong,” Beezle said.

  We crept quietly into the hall. I was in front and Gabriel walked behind me with his back pressed against mine. We weren’t sure if more spiders were lurking on the ceiling or if Amarantha and Violet might leap from the walls and try to take us out from behind.

  The hallway was still eerily silent. We walked slowly, listening for threats, all three of us strung tight with tension.

  I hoped that I hadn’t sent J.B. and Samiel to their doom because I’d foolishly trusted Amarantha’s word. Over and over again Gabriel and Beezle had warned me against taking immortals at face value. It seemed that I had trouble learning that lesson.

  We turned south according to Beezle’s directions and entered a hallway that was filled with spun silk. The bodies of dead faeries hung in the webbing.

  “There had better not be any more spiders down here,” I said. “Because I just can’t take another one.”

  It was difficult to get through the hall without disturbing the webs. We had to stop and untangle from the sticky stuff more than once. I was hyperventilating by the time we got to the end—without encountering any more spiders, thank goodness.

  There was a wide set of stone steps at the end of the hall and we followed them up. At the top of the stairs was another long hallway. Both sides had large arched window openings cut out. The left side windows were covered i
n multicolored glass and looked out over the forest that bordered Amarantha’s castle. The right side windows were free of glass. I stepped forward to peek around the arch, and my heart stopped.

  The windows looked over a large, long room that might have been a dining hall once. It was still a dining hall—of a different sort.

  The room seethed with spiders of all sizes. They fed on faeries and charcarion demons—obviously Amarantha was willing to use whomever she had on hand to keep her pets satisfied. Everywhere I looked there were clutches of eggs hanging in the webs.

  “An average-sized spider will lay about a hundred eggs in one of those sacs,” Beezle said quietly.

  “Those aren’t average-sized spiders,” I replied. “There are probably thousands of them in there.”

  “What shall we do?” Gabriel asked. “We cannot leave them here to breed further. If Amarantha releases these upon a large population of humans…”

  “They could wipe out half a city in a day,” I said. “Normal people aren’t prepared to deal with monsters like this.”

  “Are you going to set everything on fire again?” Beezle asked.

  I looked at Gabriel. “Probably. It’s the most effective way to take out a bunch of them at once. But if I do that, we have to make sure that Wade and J.B. and Samiel are clear of the building first. And then we have to make sure that the spiders can’t escape from this room.”

  “Well, I don’t think they can open doors,” Beezle said.

  “But they can break them down if they’re in a room filled with smoke and flame,” I replied. “And the smaller spiders can easily escape up the walls and out these windows. Every creature has a self-preservation instinct.”

  “I know. Mine is kicking in right now,” Beezle said.

  “Let us find the others, then return for this,” Gabriel said. “We do not want to attract the creatures’ attention.”

  I crouched to the ground and duckwalked below the bottom sill of the arches until we reached the end. I was terrified the whole time that I’d see the hairy leg of a spider creeping through a window, but we managed to make it through safely without being attacked.

  We climbed another set of steps, came to another hallway.

  “They all look the same,” I said desperately.

  “We’re heading in the right direction,” Beezle insisted.

  “But are we choosing the correct passages?” Gabriel asked. “One wrong turning and we will miss them.”

  Then we heard it—the clatter of footsteps, angry cries, and the howl of a wolf.

  “This way,” I said, turning to the right and running down the hall to another junction.

  I was knocked from my feet by a large furred body, and when I stopped seeing stars I looked up to see a panting black-and-gray wolf standing on my chest. He licked my face.

  “Wade,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. “Wade, thank goodness.”

  J.B. and Samiel pounded up behind him.

  “No time for happy reunions,” J.B. panted. “There are about a hundred demons behind us.”

  “And we’re running for our lives again,” Beezle said grumpily.

  Wade leapt off me, and Gabriel helped me to my feet.

  “We don’t have time to fight off all those demons,” I said. “We still have to destroy all those spiders.”

  Wade whined, nudging my leg.

  “I know—walk and talk,” I said, and we ran into the hallway. “J.B., do you think we could collapse the passageway behind us?”

  “This castle is bound by more than brick and mortar. There’s magic in every crevice. You’d never be able to knock even a part of it down,” J.B. said. “Besides, it wouldn’t really help. There are multiple ways in and out of every part of the castle. If you collapse the passage, they’ll just go through the walls.”

  “Right, too easy,” I grumbled. I could hear the demons shrieking behind us now, getting closer.

  We pounded down the steps, Wade leaping ahead of us, and stopped at the bottom.

  “Why are we stopping?” Beezle asked, alarmed.

  “If we run across that passageway, we’ll attract the spiders,” I said.

  “If we stand here, a whole bunch of demons are going to fall on our heads,” Beezle said.

  Everyone looked at me.

  “Why do I have to be the one who decides?” I muttered.

  “Because you’re our leader, Morningstar help us,” Beezle said. “So lead.”

  “Okay, everyone get low and get through the hall as quietly as you can. I’ll hold the demons off here until you’re through.”

  “No,” Gabriel said.

  “Look,” I pleaded. “Just trust me. I need the rest of you to be safely out of the castle. I’ll come back another time for the spiders.”

  “No,” he repeated.

  “We don’t have time to argue about it,” I said. “All of you, go.”

  Wade, Samiel and J.B. carefully made their way through the hall. I turned to face the stairs and readied my magic. Gabriel stepped up beside me.

  “I will not leave you,” he said. “And you cannot make me go.”

  “I’ve never been able to make you do anything,” I said.

  “Nor I you,” he replied. “So we are even.”

  “Oh, my gosh, the two of you are just the cutest,” Beezle said. “Is there some reason why I couldn’t go with Samiel and get away from the lovefest?”

  I shoved Beezle back inside my jacket. “Why can we not do anything without a running commentary?”

  Beezle popped his head out again, looking disgruntled, but he didn’t say anything for a change.

  The demons were getting closer. I could hear them thundering in the hall above us. My heart beat faster.

  “You know, all this noise is bound to attract the spiders anyway,” Beezle said.

  “I know,” I replied. “I want the others to get out of the castle.”

  Beezle snorted. “And you think they’re going to leave without you?”

  “Well, I told them to…” I said, turning to check, my voice fading.

  J.B. and Samiel and Wade had gotten through the hallway without the spiders noticing them, but they all stood expectantly at the other end, beckoning to us.

  “What is the point of being the leader if no one will listen to you?” I asked.

  I didn’t know if Gabriel or Beezle answered, because that was when the demons poured down the steps.

  There were a hell of a lot more than fifty, and I was sure that Samiel and J.B. had taken plenty out already while freeing Wade. Gabriel and I fired at them with everything we had. Demons fell screaming, acidic blood splattering on the steps and on us, burning our faces and hands. I was already covered in spider goop so I was sure I looked just delightful.

  J.B. cried out behind us, and when I glanced back I saw that several of the smaller spiders were crawling through the arches behind us. J.B. and Samiel shot spells at the spiders while Wade tore several of them apart with his teeth and claws. I did not want to think about how completely gross it was to have a spider in your mouth.

  “Of course,” I muttered, throwing magic at the demons. I could feel my temper rising, and the hall was lighting up. Several of the demons stopped where they stood and covered their eyes, which made it a lot easier to kill them. “Of course. Nothing can ever be easy. I can’t just rescue Wade and get out of here, no. There have to be giant…freaking…spiders…again!”

  There was a sudden buildup of magical pressure, something I hadn’t felt for a long time—not since I’d fought Ramuell in the cave in the Forbidden Lands.

  “Get clear,” I said, gasping for air.

  “I will not…” Gabriel began.

  “GET CLEAR!” I shouted, thrusting Beezle at him.

  Something in my face or my voice convinced him, because he took Beezle and ran down the hallway. I didn’t stop to check if he gathered everyone else—I knew that he would.

  The demons stood frozen on the stairs as light and magic bu
rst from me like a star exploding. I let the power flow through me without fighting it, but it still hurt. It hurt to breathe; it hurt to be a conduit for something not meant to be contained inside a mortal body.

  All of the demons disappeared as the light touched them, just fell to ash like a nuclear blast had hit them. Any spiders that were within the reach of the light were destroyed, too. The power inside me cut off abruptly, and I felt drained. I knew I would not be able to use my magic for a while, but hopefully I wouldn’t need to. Maybe Amarantha’s castle was out of tricks.

  There was a sudden rumbling, and chunks of stone fell out of the ceiling.

  “Oh, damn,” I said, turning to run to the others, but it was already too late.

  The passageway collapsed in front of me, rock raining down. I backed up, coughing, covering my mouth with my sleeve.

  Now everyone was on the other side, and I had no idea how to get out. And there was far too much stone between us to communicate.

  All I could hope for was that they would try to exit the castle and meet me by the portal.

  “Which is what I wanted in the first place,” I muttered.

  The only passage left to me was going up, so I climbed the steps, kicking piles of demon ash aside as I went. The building rumbled ominously and the stairs shifted beneath my feet. I scrabbled at the wall so that I wouldn’t fall down the stairs and get a concussion on top of everything else.

  “Are you kidding? I thought J.B. said that you were bound by magic and all that,” I said to the wall. Then I rolled my eyes. “I am losing my mind. It’s all those spiders. That would put anybody over the edge. Nobody should ever have to see one giant spider, much less dozens of them over and over.”

  It didn’t seem smart to continue going up when the castle might fall down at any moment, but I needed to find a window to the outside. I could fly out and get around to the front of the castle and find the others.

  I sped up the steps and entered yet another hallway filled with the bodies of demons. The passage was lined with more multicolored windows.

  I covered my hand as best I could with the sleeve of my coat and used the pommel of the sword to break the glass. Despite my precautions I ended up getting little cuts all over my face and hands from glass shards. I squeezed though the hole I’d broken—must lose thirty pounds—and emerged into the dark night.