Chapter 48 A little show
Nyxara
The cliffs grabbed the last bit of daylight as we moved out. No more arguing back at camp—just our boots crunching on icy gravel, the waves crashing far below like angry thunder, and a quiet that felt heavy on my chest. Eryx had caught a weak signal up on the ridge earlier. His voice was sharp into the earpiece: “Backup team on the way. Eight wolves in black gear, ropes, med kits. They’ll be here in forty-five minutes. Quiet entry—no noise.”
Forty-five minutes. Felt like forever when kids’ lives were on the line.
We reached the top of the last hill. The warehouse sat there like an ugly metal box against the cliff—floodlights turning on slow, yellow beams sweeping the ground like lazy searchlights. The air smelled of oil, salt, and something bad, like fear mixed with chemicals.
We dropped low behind some old, rotting crates.
“Quick plan,” I whispered. “Eryx, check the outside and take down the towers quiet. Azrael, handle the shadows and walking guards. I’ll charm the side door, find the kids. Keep comms open. Don’t get killed.”
Azrael’s tail brushed my leg—slow, on purpose, like he owned it. His voice came smooth in my ear: “Don’t have too much fun without us, love.”
Eryx’s jaw tightened. His gold eyes met mine for a second, then looked away. “Time’s short. Move.”
They slipped into the dark like ghosts—one storm, one shadow.
I fixed my jacket, let my horns glow a soft purple, and walked into the light like I belonged there.
Four guards at the side door—guns hanging loose, smoking cigarettes, joking rough. Humans. Bored. Easy to play with.
I stepped in close, hips swaying slow, tail curling like an invite. “Hey boys,” I said, voice sweet like honey with a bite. “You look beat. Tough night?”
Their heads jerked up. Eyes got big. Mouths hung open.
The big one—wide shoulders, rough hands—licked his lips. “Who are you? You lost, honey?”
I let my magic ripple out. Not full show—just enough. Clothes fading into smoke in their minds, skin looking warm and ready, curves pulling their eyes. I was everything they wanted, right there.
“Lost? No way,” I whispered, stepping closer. They could smell me now—flowers, heat, a hint of something wild. “Four big guys like you… all alone… don’t you dream about a girl who can take you all? One by one… or together?”
The youngest one made a low sound. His hand moved to his belt.
I circled the big guy, fingers light on his chest. “Think about it. Me on my knees first—warm, wet, taking you deep till you shake. Then the next guy behind me, hands on my hips, pushing in slow while you watch. Tongues licking. Hands grabbing. You’d fill me up, over and over, till I’m wet and begging.”
They breathed hard. Knees shook. One dropped his smoke; another’s gun hit the ground.
“God… yes…”
I smiled, pulled their energy slow at first—like sipping a drink—then hard. Lust rushed into me, hot and strong, making my skin buzz. Their eyes went dull.
“Please… more…”
“Shh. Sleep now.”
They fell in a pile—gone, dead from the drain, smiles frozen. I grabbed the big guy’s key card and went inside.
Cold air hit my face. Then the smell: fear like scared kids, mixed with drugs.
Red lights lit the hall. I followed the scent to a big steel door: COLD STORAGE. Card beeped. Door opened.
Inside: cold like ice. Metal cages in rows. Eleven kids—fox ears flat, wolf tails tucked, small horns dull—curled on thin beds, collars glowing blue. Drugged heavy. Breathing slow. One little girl whimpered soft, hugging a torn toy.
My gut twisted hard.
I knelt by the closest cage. A boy, about seven, fox ears down. “Hey, little foxes and wolves,” I said gentle. “I’m here to help. You’ll be safe soon.”
Earpiece buzzed. “Eryx. Found eleven kids. East cold room. Drugged bad—can’t carry them all now. Clear a path quick.”
His voice came back steady. “Got it. Towers clear. Outside guards down. Two minutes.”
Azrael’s laugh was soft. “One minute, love. I’m bored already.”
I almost grinned—then heavy boots. One guy, running fast toward me.
Too slow.
He burst in, saw me, saw the kids—hit the alarm button before I could jump.
Sirens screamed. Red lights flashed wild.
“Damn!”
I grabbed the fox boy, threw him over my shoulder, and ran.
Eryx and Azrael met me in the big open room—blood on their hands, eyes sharp.
“Alarm?” Eryx growled low.
“Couldn’t stop him,” I panted, holding the boy tight. “More coming—lots.”
We stood back-to-back.
Eryx changed a bit—claws out, teeth long—ripping through the first guards like thin cloth. “Stay close to me!”
Azrael laughed dark. Shadows burst out, making us look like twelve fighters instead of three. “Think big, wolf. She’s safe in my shadows.”
Bullets flew. One scratched my arm—silver, burning like fire. I hissed, shot venom back, dropping three guards shaking on the floor.
We fought hard. Nets came down. Darts stung. Guns hit hard.
They pulled us to our knees in the middle, kids still locked up, sirens loud.
The leader walked up, tall and mean, eyes cold. “Three monsters for free,” he sneered, looking at me like trash. “The demon girl will sell big. After we test her out.”
Azrael’s eyes flashed. “Test her? You? Ha—you couldn’t—”
Gun boomed.
Azrael jerked back. Red spread on his chest. He fell hard.
My heart stopped. “Az— no!”
Eryx fought the guards holding him, veins glowing bright gold, power making lights shake. His voice was low, scary. “You just killed yourselves. All of you.”
The leader laughed—then the doors blew open.
Wolves from the North rushed in—black clothes, guns up, Vuk’s mark shining. Shots popped quiet—guards fell, blood spraying, bodies hitting floor.
Eryx smiled slow, teeth sharp. “Too late for you.”
Fight turned fast.
Our chains broke. Azrael coughed, sitting up—his “wound” fake, just magic trick, skin healing quick. Incubus tough. Shirt ripped, but he grinned.
Guards died left and right—bullets to chests, claws to throats. Blood on walls. Screams cut short.
One guard—the mean leader—crawled away, hurt bad.
I stepped in front. Slow.
He looked up, still trying to smirk. “Hey, demon… we could still—”
I pulled my panties down, black lace dangling. “Open your mouth.”
He stared.
I shoved them in. “Chew.”
He choked, eyes wet, chewing scared.
I bent close. “Taste it? That’s all you’ll get.”
Kids’ cries started then—from cages, soft at first, then loud. Sobs. “Mama…” “Help…” Made my chest hurt. Real. Scary.
Eryx grabbed my arm—strong, like he owned it—pulled me out. “We go now.”
Outside: healers rushed the kids. Choppers beat the air, wind blowing snow. Blankets wrapped small bodies. Cries turned to whimpers as arms held them safe.
Azrael leaned on a box, patched up, blood dry. He watched me come, smile soft.
I stood between them—Eryx left, Azrael right.
Azrael’s arm went around my waist—close, tail up my thigh high. “Told you, love,” he said, lips at my ear. “We got them out.”
Eryx’s hand squeezed my other arm—not hard, but claiming. “We all did. But next time, no risks like that.”
I breathed out, stuck between them, kids safe behind.
Azrael chuckled. “Jealous, wolf? She handled it fine.”
Eryx growled low. “She almost got shot. Because you played games.”
“Games?” Azrael’s tail tightened. “I took the hit. Fake or not, it bought time.”
I rolled my eyes. “Both of you—stop. Kids are out. That’s what matters.”
Eryx’s eyes softened on me. “You okay? That burn…”
Azrael’s hand rubbed my back. “She’s tough. But yeah, love—let me check it.”
I shook them off gentle. “I’m fine. But… thanks. Both.”