With one hand, Kougar swung his sword, parrying the blows of the enthralled Ilinas, while with his other he grabbed slender wrists or feminine necks, and tossed his petite assailants far from the field of battle. The falls might hurt the Ilinas, but any injuries sustained would heal quickly enough. And for a few minutes, the women would be out of the way of slashing swords. For once, the Ferals werent fighting in their animal forms but their human since they didnt want to hurt, let alone kill, their unwilling opponents.
The Ilinas were quick, deadly little fighters, but the magic thick around the temple was holding them all to flesh and blood. Unable to turn to mist, theyd lost the advantage of surprise, their speed and strength no match for the Feral Warriors. Still, they fought with the single-mindedness of puppets in the hands of a puppet master.
Paenther and Vhyper fought as a team, falling back into the natural rhythm theyd always had. Kougar was glad to see it. Vhyper hadnt been himself since Paenther helped him reclaim his soul. But maybe there was hope for the Feral, yet.
On his other side, Ariana fought, refusing to stay protected within their ranks. Shed always been a warrior, but her skill was a hundred times greater than the last time hed seen her, reminding him that shed been a woman on her own for far too long. With her blue satin gown splotched purple with blood, her skin blood-streaked, and her hair a wild tumble around her shoulders, she reminded him of a warrior queen of old, her eyes fierce and glowing.
Never had she looked more beautiful. Never had he loved her more.
One of the Mage sentinels broke through the ranks of Ilinas, his blue tunic rippling in the wind, his sword flashing with the suns fire. Kougar took him on with a vengeance, funneling his fury into the first combatant hed been able to fight . . . and hurt . . . without compunction. In the Mages eyes, he saw no light of battle, no emotion at all.
Even the sentinels are enthralled! he shouted to his companions. It seemed that Hookeye had enthralled even his own.
He fought the Mage in a quick, intense battle, his opponent a skilled fighter even with his will controlled by another. But in moments, Kougar sliced off the mans hand, sending his blade flying. As the man yelled with pain, Kougar grabbed his other hand and cut if off, too. His hands would grow back quickly enough, but hed be no threat in the meantime.
As the Ferals hacked a path to the temple, Kougar gave thanks that the place was so isolated that the Mage had had no easy way to send up reinforcements in time to defend it properly. Thank the goddess, so far theyd been able to dispatch the Ilinas without anyones suffering serious harm.
They fought their way up the ivory steps between the great pillars and into the temples wide rotunda, where the remaining half dozen sentinels and last twelve Ilinas met them beneath the giant golden statue of the first queen.
As the battle resumed inside, the clang of swords echoing off the stone walls, Ariana broke away. Kougar followed, covering her back as she made her escape to find the passage that would lead her into the Syphian Stream and the spirit trap.
On feet as graceful as a gazelles, Ariana slipped around a corner and started up an open, twisting stair that led to the narrow gallery ringing the curved inner dome, Kougar close behind. When they reached the top of the stairs, he noticed the series of niches that lined the inner wall, perhaps a dozen of which were filled with the life-sized stone carvings of warrior women. Queens? Was Arianas likeness among them?
He didnt get a chance to find out as she paused beside the second niche, as if searching her memories. She turned to him, her eyes heavier than hed ever seen them, yet lit with the fire of determination.
This is it. This is the door. Wish me luck.
He lifted his hand, pressing it to her cheek. Her lashes drifted down as if she absorbed his strength, his touch. Goddess, she was about to travel into the spirit trap. His heart clutched at the danger she was about to face and the knowledge that he wouldnt be there to guard her. He couldnt go where she was going without ending up just like Hawke and Tighe.
Lifting her hand to his, she turned and pressed a kiss to his palm, then turned back to the door niche to call the magic that would let her through.
At least theyd made it there without any Mage trying to stop them.
The thought went through him like a bolt of lightning. No Mage had tried to stop them. He grabbed her shoulder.
Wait.
Ariana glanced at him. What?
Its too easy. This is the trap.
She turned slowly back to face him. I have to go through if Im going to save them.
Hookeye knows were here to breach that spirit trap, and he controls every Mage and Ilina in the room. Yet no one tried to stop us.
Maybe he doesnt know this is the door.
Regardless, no one followed us. He wants you to go through that door.
Her lips pressed together. Slowly, she nodded. Youre right. But what are we . . . Her gaze flicked behind him, eyes widening. Kougar, look.
He whirled toward the battle, seeing immediately what had caught her attentionthe glimmer of firelit magic circling the floor around the statue of the first queen. Enclosing the Ferals.
He lunged for the balustrade. Trap! Out of the temple! Now.
But his warning came too late. Even as he shouted the words, the magic shot up, arcing over the statue to form a glimmering, gleaming bubble. A bubble trapping all five Feral Warriors and nearly twelve Ilinas, including Melisande and Brielle.
The moment the trap snapped closed, all the Ilinas except Melisande fell unconscious, as if the one calling the shots didnt want the Ferals harmed. As if he wanted them alive for what came next.
The Ferals leaped for the bubble, fighting to break through with knives and claws, but their efforts were futile.
Disbelief and denial tore through Kougars mind like shock waves. The spirit trap.
Yes. Ariana grabbed his arm, her hand trembling. I can feel the magic.
Hes going to send them all in. The Ferals wouldnt die for days. But Arianas friends would be dead the moment they hit the trap.
Below, the Mage sentinels and those Ilinas not caught within the bubble turned in perfect unison toward the stairs beneath where he and Ariana stood. As if they shared a single mind. And they did, didnt they?
Hookeyes.
CHAPTER 22
Mage poured into the upper gallery from the two hall passages on the far side of the dome. Triple the number of sentinels that Kougar had believed were in the temple. They split their forces, circling in both directions, coming at Ariana and him from either side as more started up the stairs.
Surrounded.
Ariana glanced at him, her knives at the ready. I dont suppose you have a plan.
Only one. Find Hookeye and kill him. Which conveniently left out the part about fighting their way through several dozen Mage sentinelsMage they shouldnt kill.
Right, Ariana muttered. All this time I didnt dare turn to mist. And now that it no longer matters . . . I cant.
At least I can shift. But as he called on the power of his animal, as the magic swept through his body, nothing happened. The sparkling lights flashed and spit, then went dark, like electricity shorting out. Scratch that. The Mage magic in this place has us both stuck in human form.
You cannot stop me, Feral.
At the sound of the familiar voice ringing out across the dome, Kougars gaze jerked toward the other side of the gallery as Hookeye stepped out from behind the advancing sentinels to stand at the railing.
Opening wormholes into the old Daemon spirit trap is a difficult task, the sorcerer said, his expression preoccupied, as if he were talking to himself. Mystery caught two Ferals. Ive caught the rest. Except you. He nodded. Ill catch you, too.
Dont count on it.
Hookeye blinked in surprise. The Ilina wont save you. Dont think shell save you. She cant survive that trap any more than you can.
As the first of the sentinels reached them, Kougar drew his sword. If Hookeye said anything more, it was lost in the clang of metal on metal.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hookeye lift his arms high above his head, his eyes closing, his mouth moving as if he intoned some chant.
The spirit trap. He was opening the spirit trap!
Stop him! Ariana cried, coming to the same conclusion.
Kougar lunged into the fray like a madman, hacking at limbs and tossing sentinels over the balustrade in a desperate race to reach the soulless sorcerer before he completed his spell and took the lives of their friends.
Below, Lyon and the others watched, listening to the chant that spelled their doom, fury on their faces. Only Vhypers face held little but the same flat expression hed worn since he returned. As if he couldnt gather the will to care that his life was about to end. Or the lives of his brothers.
Kougars stomach twisted with sick fury. If the sorcerer succeeded, there would be only two Ferals left. Himself and whoever the goddess marked to take Foxxs place. Unless Hookeye was lying, and Ariana was in no true danger from that trap and could free them.
And if Hookeye was telling the truth?
Goddess help us all.
The rage had become Hawkes constant companion. His only companion, leaping up out of nowhere to consume him for minutes or hours at a time in a berserkers haze. If he were able to move, he was certain hed find his fingers and mouth dripping with claws and fangs. And blood.
The pain had left him at some point in this endless night; but so, too, had the hawk spirit, or at least his sense of him. He wasnt sure how long it had been since hed last heard him or felt him. Time had no meaning anymore.
Even the other animal spirits were gone.
Was this how the seventeen had died, then? This lonely, angry death? Hed always imagined them fighting together to find a way out. Perishing together, brothers in arms. Now he knew the truth. Theyd died in darkness and isolation.
Just as he was about to.
Several of the seventeen had been mated, one with a young son. How much harder to be unable to reach the ones who would suffer most at his dying.
How much harder this must be on Tighe.
In between bouts of rage, he drifted in and out of consciousness, unable to tell sleep from awake. People ran through his mind, people hed known long ago. His father. The friends of his youth.
Were they spirits come to deliver him to the beyond?
No! There had to be a way out!
Within his mind, he struggled against bonds he couldnt feel. Slowly, painfully, the fight inside him drained away. There was no fighting the dark. There was no way out this time. His animal spirit was all but lost to him. His own spirit nearly gone, too.
His life was ending, and he couldnt stop it.
When the fury blind-sided him yet again, blasting through his head, he let out a war cry that would have rattled the windows, had there been any. If hed still had a voice. As that white-hot haze swept through his mind, stealing his sanity, his last thought was that perhaps it was better he never escaped like this.
Goddess knew what kind of damage hed do in this state. What kind of carnage hed cause, lost to the fury of a mindless, vicious rage.
Kougar fought like a berserker, Ariana at his side. Both hacked off limbs right and left, Mage and Ilina, alike. No longer were they careful not to hurt the Ilinas. Limbs would regrow. And if they didnt reach Hookeye before he completed chanting his spell to open the wormhole into the spirit trap, Melisande, Brielle, and nearly a dozen other Ilinas would die.
And goddess only knew how many Ferals.
Even through the clash of swords, he heard the rest of the enchanted army closing in on them from behind.
Ive got them. Ariana turned and they fought back-to-back as he pressed forward, desperate to reach Hookeye in time.
Sweat rolled down his back, despair licking at his nerves as he hacked through the attacking Mage. The sorcerers chanting carried faintly through the clang of metal and the screams of the injured. A quick glance told him the magic wasnt done. But he had no illusions. He was out of time.
With a Feral war cry that rang throughout the dome with an animal ferocity, Kougar stabbed and slashed, heedless of the damage he caused, focused on only one thing. One person. One unimposing bastard of a Mage.
Dismembered hands and arms flew this way and that in a rain of blood that splattered his face and clothes, the metallic scent igniting a hunger inside him. In his cat form, he enjoyed the warm rush of blood in his mouth. But the only blood he craved now was Hookeyes.
The floor grew slick beneath his feet, but he pressed ahead, the sentinels unable to stop his forward charge and the Ilinas no challenge at all.
But as the Mage troops between him and his quarry thinned, something caught his eye on the floor in front of hima shiny black substance that was beginning to bubble up with a sound like popping corn and a smell like rotting eggs. The hair rose on the back of his neck with the certainty this was another of Hookeyes plaguesone Kougar wasnt going to like at all.
Within seconds, the black ooze covered his boots and slid onto his bare calves beneath his pants like a cool, sticky goo. A goo that hardened within seconds of contact even as it continued to climb.
He stomped his feet, hearing the crack of the hardening tar. But more climbed his boots to take its place.
All around him, movement slowed as the vile tar attacked all equallyhim, Ilina, the Mage.
Goddess! Ariana cried behind him, and he glanced at one of the Mage hed sent sprawling to watch the black ooze slide over the mans head and cover his face. Is this some kind of poison?
The downed sentinel clawed at his face but couldnt seem to break the goos deadly hold.
Keep moving! Kougar called to Ariana. Dont let it harden.
As the dozen Mage between Kougar and his quarry yelled their own frustration, Hookeye continued to chant, his expression one of cool satisfaction. At any moment, the spell would be complete, the wormhole would open, and his friends would be gone.
Kougar struggled forward, every step more difficult as the tar crept over his knees and slid up his thighs. Sweating with effort, he broke through the constricting ooze over and over, forcing his legs to move, swinging his blade against the Mage still in his path, still trying to stop him.
The air shifted suddenly, a charge of electricity making the hair on his arms stand on end. The air pressure dropped, the light in the temple dimming.
They were out of time.
If only Ariana could turn to mist! But if she tried, shed almost certainly become trapped in the floor as Melisande had.
A thought pierced his despair, an idea blooming with a burst of adrenaline.
Ariana, turn to mist!
Ill sink into the floor.
Youll sink where you land.
The clang of his own blade drowned out her response, if there was one. A moment later, the shimmer of mist high above Hookeyes head caught his attention, and he knew shed caught his meaning.
The temple grew darker as Hookeyes magic sucked the very light from the room. The sorcerer stood with his hands straight in front of him, his eyes closed as he fought to pull open the gates to the Ferals personal hell. He didnt sense the Ilina hovering above him until it was too late.
As the bottom of Arianas feet grazed the top of the sorcerers head, she turned solid. Hookeye jerked, trying to duck away, but it was too late. His own magic had the now-corporeal Ilina sinking into the surface where she stood.
Sinking down into Hookeyes skull.
The sorcerer screamed and flailed, grabbing her ankles and trying to pull her loose. But the magic was too strong. Her feet slowly disappeared inside his head.
Hookeye collapsed, unconscious, Ariana falling with him. She crashed into two half-frozen Mage, knocking them down even as they broke her fall.
Kougar struggled forward, the black ooze reaching his waist. The air in the temple began to blow in a spinning wildness as the vortex prepared to open. The spell had been completed, the magic engaged.
He reached Hookeye just as the bottoms of Arianas bloody feet emerged below the Mages jaw. Ariana struggled to sit up as the black ooze climbed her shoulders. But the fire in her eyes as she met his gaze was pure bloodthirsty triumph.
End it, my beast.
With a roar that melded with the wild winds, Kougar sliced through the bastards throat, through windpipe and spine, and cut off Hookeyes head.
At once, the black ooze fell away, sinking back into the floor, leaving only the acrid smell of sulfur behind. Murmurs of confusion and cries of fear rose with the din as the Ilinas emerged from their enthrallment and the Mage sentinels, no longer bound by their leaders poison, turned toward Kougar, raising their knives to renew their attack.
Roar! Kougar yelled as he took on four Mage at once, standing over Ariana, who was unable to stand herself.
Were free! Lyons voice carried to him on the roar of the wind.
A quick glance over the balustrade told him what he needed to know. The bubble was gone, the floor glowing, but not yet open. He caught sight of Ilinas stumbling free of the circle, while Ferals snatched others, slung them over their shoulders, and ran.
An unnatural, earsplitting scream nearly blew out his eardrums as a red glow erupted inside the temple, and the wind blew gale force, piping hot.
He didnt have to look to know what hed finda spinning vortex in the middle of the floor. A wormhole straight into the spirit trap.
To battle, Ariana cried, her voice a command ringing over the vortexs howl. A command to her maidens. Fight the Mage!
The few Ilinas on the gallery walk shook off their confusion and turned on the sentinels theyd fought beside moments before. As two Ilinas dove in to draw off Kougars attackers, he scooped Ariana into his arms, Hookeyes bleeding head still dangling heavily from her feet.
She slung her arm around his neck. Get me to the door so I can save your friends.
Wouldnt diving into the vortex be quicker?
She looked at him askance. Hookeyes vortex? No thanks. Im going in the way that wont get me killed.
The way he wanted you to go.
Her eyes narrowed. Hes dead. And your friends will be, too, if we dont hurry.
True enough. Kougar turned and pressed through what was left of the battle, four of Arianas maidens taking up guard positions around him.
The poison? he asked. I cant feel it any longer.
Its gone. Arianas voice rang with a relief as deep as her eyes. Its over.
That part was over. His own life no longer hung in the balance, and neither did Arianas maidens. But Hawke and Tighe were another matter. As, he feared, was Ariana herself. Not until he saw her emerge from the spirit trap would he breathe freely.
As he neared the second alcove where Ariana had said the door was located, Lyon and Wulfe barreled up the stairs.
Lyon eyed Arianas feet with a lift of a brow.
Were going after Hawke and Tighe, Kougar told his chief. Ariana was, at least. Hed help her as far as he could.
Lyons gaze swung to Ariana, but words seemed to elude him.
Ariana reached out and touched Lyons arm. Ill bring them back to you.
Lyon dipped his head. And Ill be forever in your debt. We all will.
Kougar ducked inside the alcove, nearly bumping his head. Ariana reached deeper, around the statue. As she pressed her palm against the back wall, she began to sing, her soft, musical tones calling a curling trickle of magic. Moments later, the wall beneath her hand began to shimmer.
Lets go, she urged.
Kougar eyed the wall skeptically. The statue? There was no way in hell he could squeeze past it.
Walk right through her.
Right through stone. Damn Ilina magic.
Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to let go of logic, he stepped forward, pressing through a statue and wall as if they werent even there.
One moment they were being buffeted by the hot tempest of the temple, the next, a frigid wind whipped at his face, sending Arianas unbound hair flying. They stood on the temples celestial roof, looking out over the rugged, snowcapped peaks of the mountains. Surrounded by the sudden silence and stillness, but for the biting wind, the battle that raged within the temple might as well have been a world away.
Up there. Ariana pointed to the small spiral tower rising from the top of the dome like a crystal stair to the heavens.
We need to free your feet. He started up the stair. Can you turn to mist, yet?
No, Hookeyes magic is dissipating, but too slowly. Ill open the wormhole, then once I do, Ill need you to throw me inside. Ill turn to mist in there and free myself from these macabre shackles.
Kougar continued up, the crystal stairs ending in a small, open platform.
This is it, Ariana breathed. The spot where Queen Rayas used to stand to call the magic that opened the passage into the spirit trap. Set me down, Kougar.
Even you cant balance on a head.
Their gazes met, a shared moment of amused disbelief that they were having such a conversation. Help me to my knees.
He helped her kneel, then stood beside her as she lifted her hands above her head, closed her eyes, and began chanting the musical magic of the heavens, the cold wind blowing her hair in a tangle around her head.
Kougar could feel the magic gathering, riding his skin, until finally it leaped at Ariana in the form of a slim bolt of lightning, diving into the crystal that hung between her breasts. The Crystal of Rayas. The force of the blast knocked Ariana back against his knees. He reached out and steadied her, then released her as she continued to chant. If the blast had hurt her, she made no indication.
Moments later, a prism of colors erupted around her, flowing and twisting with power. The air parted to reveal a seething, pulsating mouth of dark crystal.
His heart began to pound as he stared at the death trap that held Hawke and Tighe, a path Ariana intended to travel.
Goddess, if only I could go myself and leave her safely behind.
Now, Kougar. Ariana reached for his hand. Throw me in. You cant touch it, or itll pull you in, too.
The blood pounded in his temples. The last thing he wanted to do was toss her in there. Shell be fine, he told himself. Shes the Ilina queen, the only one who can do this. The only one who can save Hawke and Tighe.
But as he swung her up and into his arms, his hands clasped tight around her, and he didnt think he could let her go.
Ariana cupped his face with her hands and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, then pulled back to meet his gaze. Trust me, she said simply. And he did.
It was the damned Mage still attached to her feet that he didnt trust.
But there was no choice, was there? She was willing to risk her life to save his friends. His heart melted beneath the weight of that gift.
The least he could do was let her try.
With immense effort, he returned her kiss, then pulled back. Be safe.
Love warmed her eyes as she released him and tucked her arms against her chest. Do it.
With a deep breath for courage, he did as she demanded and heaved her into the yawning maw. She didnt fall, as he might have expected, nor did she turn to mist midflight, as hed counted on. She landed as one might in a pool of water, sinking down a short way before bobbing back to the center.
He caught his breath, waiting for her to move, to turn to mist.
Nothing happened. She just lay there.
His heart stopped beating.
Slowly, she began to spin in a slow corkscrew and he saw her face. Her eyes were closed, her expression lax as if she slept.
As if the act of entering the wormhole had rendered her unconscious. She was still corporeal!
His heart turned to dust.
Ariana!
This was what Hookeye had intended to happen all along. Hed set this trap, ensuring that Ariana wouldnt turn to mist. And the moment she hit that spirit trap corporeal, her soul would flee. Shed die. With the Queen of the Ilinas dead, there would be no one to free the Ferals.
His heart jackhammered in his chest, his head pounding, No, no, no!
The breath tore into his lungs like broken glass, ripping him to shreds from the inside out. She was gone. Into the wormhole, floating toward the spirit trap.
His precious Ariana, back in his life for only a handful of days.
Gone.
While his cat shrieked its rage in his mind, Kougar threw back his head and shouted at the heavens, Youre not taking my heart!
In an act of pure insanity, with a roar of desperate grief, Kougar dove into the wormhole after her.
CHAPTER 23
The wormhole was like some kind of freak-show thrill ride, the dark crystal walls lighting every few seconds, breaking the pitch-blackness, as the force of the energy within spun Kougar in a slow spiral, pulling him inexorably to his death.
The cat inside him growled with approval, sharing the fierce need to protect his mate that consumed him. He wasnt letting Ariana go again. Ever.
Ever.
If by some miracle they got out of this alive, he would offer her everything he could and take whatever she was willing to give him in return; but he would not live without her again.
If they got out of this alive.
The energy pricked at his skin, stinging like ice crystals. And maybe that was what they were, because damn it was cold in there. Even half-frozen, perspiration broke out on his brow, his heart beating against his ribs as he searched the weaving tunnel ahead for Ariana and got no glimpse of her. If he couldnt reach her, and wake her, and get her to turn to mist before they fell into the spirit trap, they were all dead. Ariana, Hawke, Tighe, their three spirit animals. And him.
Goddess, Im out of my mind for following her in here.
Ariana! His voice barely carried in the winds tunnel-like roar. Ahead, he could see nothing but more twisting curves. But Ariana was up there. She had to be.
Kougar began to swim, propelling himself forward with hard sweeps of his arms, praying he wasnt simply accelerating his own rendezvous with death. Though what difference did it make? Unless he could reach Ariana, none at all.
Over and over, he swam forward, his pulse pounding with adrenaline, his mind narrowed, focused on only one thing. Finally, as he turned a corner, the dark light flashed, and he saw her. She was still spinning slowly, bonelessly, her dark hair floating out around her.
Unconscious.
Ariana! Kougar gave a hard pull with his arms, gliding forward. Hookeyes sightless eyes stared at him as he drew close, her feet and their burden trailing her as she floated headfirst toward the trap.
Another push forward, and he was able to grab hold of her leg. With a massive sigh of relief, he pulled her into his arms, but he was moving too fast, the force of his momentum propelling them forward. Too fast. Kicking hard the other way, Kougar tried to slow them down. He might not be able to see the spirit trap yet, but he knew it was there, waiting to send them to their deaths.
When hed done all he could to slow their forward motion, Kougar pulled Ariana against his heart, stroking her ice-cold face, his chest seizing with his need to save her.
Wake up, Ariana. Wake up, my love. When she didnt stir, he lifted her face to his and kissed her, sliding his tongue along the crease of her unresponsive lips. Sweet, sweet lips that no longer possessed even the slightest tang of darkness. She was finally free of the poison that had consumed her life for so long. It almost killed him that she might never have the chance to enjoy that freedom.
The light flashed again, revealing a throbbing, malevolent darkness no more than a dozen yards away.
The spirit trap.
His heart stopped, then thundered like a herd of horses. At the rate they were traveling, they had mere minutes before they reached it. Before it was over.
Goddess, Ariana.
He felt a light pulsing in the mating bond, the soft glow of connection. Inside, his cat began to growl and hiss, urging him to do . . . something. A picture flashed in his mind, the cougar at the end of the mating bond, scratching at it as if trying to get in. As if he wanted him to open it.