Chapter 1 - Attack

Emily woke with a jump and heard an alarm sound from the city. She looked around the room, but she was alone. Sam came out of the nursery with Allen asleep in his arms.

“What’s going on?” she asked him.

“I don’t know,” Sam said, laying Allen down beside her. She cradled him in her arms and tried to clear the last of the sleep from her mind. Sam shut his eyes and listened closely.

“The Valle are attacking,” Sam said.

Emily frowned, “The Valle? Here in the city?”

Sam nodded, “Yes, the troops are at a standoff outside of the city, and their Council is meeting with ours right now.”

“I should go,” Emily said. She crawled out of bed and tried to find something to wear. It had been a few weeks since she could fasten her jeans, and she hated the clothes that made her look pregnant. Deciding she didn’t have a choice, she threw on a pair of pants and a black babydoll shirt.

Emily could hear the booming voices from outside of the council chambers. She turned on the fans that were installed to keep her scent from anyone down in the trial area, and then took a deep breath and stepped inside. She used the back door so her entrance was behind the Equites Council. As she appeared at Chevalier’s side, the entire room grew quiet and she put her hand on his shoulder.

“Is this a threat?” Sotomar asked.

Emily avoided looking at Exavior, but watched the enemy Elders closely. She could still hear the alarms in the distance.

“She is not here to threaten you. Though, I find it hard to believe that you are here peacefully with an entire army,” Maleth said angrily.

“What exactly are your demands?” Quinn asked them.

“We demand the return of the last remaining Encala council member, and the return of his mate,” Sotomar said, and glared at Emily.

Emily frowned.

“What concern is it of yours that we hold Vaughn?” Quinn questioned. Emily was surprised at the severity of his voice and how badly his tone scared her. Even the Valle Elder took a step back when Quinn spoke.

“We have formed an alliance with the Encala and are helping them rebuild, as such, we demand the return of what was taken,” Sotomar said to Maleth, now avoiding Quinn.

“We can peacefully discuss the return of Vaughn, but we don’t recognize the bonding enforced by an ancient,” Maleth said calmly.

“We don’t have to peacefully discuss anything! With the Encala and Valle forces joined, we outnumber you, and will get what we want one way or the other,” another of the Valle Elders yelled.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not standing right here,” Emily said finally, and all eyes turned to her.

The Valle Elder took a step towards her, “Are you with child?”

Emily wasn’t sure what to say. She knew at this point she could pass as either pregnant, or having put on some weight.

She watched him for a moment before Chevalier finally answered, “She is.”

“Does the child belong to Vaughn?” the Elder asked her.

“No,” she snapped.

“Then she should be punished for infidelity, as Vaughn is her rightful mate,” he said.

“I dare you to try it,” she said, taking a step forward, but Chevalier’s arm blocked her from going further.

“Again, we do not abide by any ritual performed by an ancient,” Maleth said.

“Does she bare the mark of the Encala?” Sotomar asked, grinning.

“For now,” Maleth told him, avoiding looking at Exavior. It was obvious to the entire Council that he had not shared his knowledge or his time with Emily, “As soon as she has the baby, it will be removed.”

“You have heard our demands. If they are not met in full, then we attack at dawn,” Sotomar said, and the Valle Council swept out of the council chambers.

“You always pick the worst times to make an entrance,” Damon said to Emily.

“Kiss my ass,” she yelled.

“Stop it!” Maleth said. “This is not the time for you two to bicker.”

“Yes, Sir,” Damon said, and looked straight forward.

“We have three hours to make a plan,” Quinn said.

“I’ve summoned all covens within a three-hour travel time, but we will still be outnumbered,” Chevalier said.

“Not with me here. I can take out a few thousand,” Emily reminded them.

“We can’t risk it. The last time, we weren’t sure you would survive,” Maleth reminded her.

Emily frowned.

“What do we lose by giving them Vaughn?” Quinn asked.

“We lose the ability to shut him up when he calls Emily,” Chevalier said, irritated.

“Which causes pain, right?”

“Yes”

“Pain that I can handle, hand him over,” Emily said.

“Handing him over won’t work. They want you both,” Quinn said to her.

“Then hand us both over, I don’t care,” Emily said. “I can handle myself over there.”

“Stop,” Chevalier whispered to her.

“No, I’m not going to stand by while the Equites Army is obliterated all because of me,” she said, frustrated.

Quinn raised an eyebrow.

“We can’t risk losing you. As long as we have you here, we will always have the upper hand.” Maleth tried to make her understand.

“Not if you won’t let me do it,” she said, frowning.

“How many can you harm without injury to yourself?” Quinn asked.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Ship her out. We’ll have her taken to a remote coven, maybe in Europe, until this is settled,” Maleth suggested.

“No! I won’t go,” Emily told him.

“You wouldn’t have a choice, Em,” Chevalier told her, and touched her hand.

“Let me stay and fight with you. Why have this ability if you won’t let me use it? At least let me take out their Council and a few hundred of their army,” she said desperately.

“It’s too risky,” Maleth said to her.

“Not if I’m careful. When I start to get dizzy, or a headache, I’ll stop, but by then we may have the advantage of numbers.”

“She has a point,” Damon said bluntly.

“Shut up, Damon,” Chevalier and Maleth said at once.

Emily crossed her arms, “I don’t need your permission.”

Quinn looked up at her, surprised, “You would attack without our consent?”

“Did I have permission to take out the Encala?” she asked.

“I see,” he said, and folded his hands on the desk in front of him.

“This is more serious than that. This is a full-scale war that’s been building for centuries,” Maleth told her. “Right now, we need to consider what happens if the city is wiped out, and if that happens, you can’t be here.”

“Why aren’t you listening to me? If you let me fight, the city won’t get wiped out.” She stomped her foot and they all looked at her, surprised.

“The faction army is trained for fighting. They are skilled and willing to die to defend the city. You are not a part of that,” Quinn told her.

“Are you saying I’m not a part of this faction?” Emily scowled at him.

“That’s not what I said, merely that you are not a part of this fight.”

“Name one other member of this faction that you would turn away if they wanted to fight.”

“Emily, no,” Chevalier said sternly.

Emily nodded, “Fine, but good luck shipping me out.”

“Em,” Chevalier said, and she stormed out of the council chambers.

“Let her fight. What the hell good is she if she can’t fight?” Damon asked angrily.

“Are you saying that we just keep her around to clean up our messes?” Chevalier hissed.

“No, I’m just saying… what good is having a weapon if we can’t use it?”

“What good is having a weapon if we destroy it?” Maleth interjected.

The sounds of helicopters above the palace sounded and shook the doors and windows.

“Samuel’s Coven has arrived,” Maleth said, sighing.

“Let’s take Vaughn to them and see if they will avoid a war with just him. If they insist on going to war over Emily, we won’t have a choice. A Winchester in the hands of the Valle or the Encala would be disastrous,” Maleth suggested.

“Kyle?” Chevalier whispered, and he blurred into the room.

“Yes?”

“Have one of your units escort Vaughn to the Valle Elders, then I want Mark and Frank to take Emily in the helicopter. We’ll send Allen with the Council,” Chevalier ordered.

“Separate Emily and Allen?” Kyle asked.

Chevalier shut his eyes and nodded, “Yes, we need to separate the Winchester bloodline. Allen may not have Emily’s powers, but he’s young. We won’t know for sure the affects the ancient blood has on him until he’s older.

“Yes, Sir. Where shall they take her?” Kyle asked.

Chevalier sighed, “This Council does not want to know.”

Kyle nodded, clearly upset, and blurred from the room.

“Now what?” Quinn asked.

“Now we wait,” Chevalier said, sitting back in his chair.

An hour passed with no word as the Council went over strategies and tactics for surviving this skirmish. Finally, Kyle came back into the room.

“They accepted Vaughn, but are still threatening to attack in two hours if we don’t hand Emily over to them,” Kyle reported.

“Tell them she is no longer here,” Quinn said.

“I would… but we can’t find her. I have three units searching for her. If I pull any more, it will leave our defenses short.”

“How can a mortal elude a natural predator?” Damon growled.

“You try to find her,” Kyle said. “We’ve had this problem before, and it’s not as easy as it sounds.”

“I will find her,” Damon said, and blurred from the room.

“We’ve had four more covens arrive, ready to fight. We’re still not even close to being even for protecting the city,” Kyle said angrily. “I suggest we evacuate the Council.”

Maleth nodded, “We will in two hours if there is no other solution.”

“And if we find Emily, otherwise I’m not leaving,” Chevalier said.

Quinn smiled, “Damon will find her.”

***

“I smell you, mortal. You can’t hide from and ‘old one’,” Damon said from inside the kitchen.

Emily stood up beside the oven she had been hiding behind, “You know I’m right.”

“It’s not my place to question what the Elders have ordered. Which means you’re to be put on a helicopter out,” he said, taking her arm.

“Let me fight, Damon.”

“I can’t, that would be against a direct order.”

“Listen to me. Everyone in this city is going to die unless you let me go. You know I can do it,” she said, pleading.

“I wish I could. I’d love to see you take on the Valle, but I have my orders,” Damon said.

“I won’t tell if you let me go. Just tell them you couldn’t find me.”

“Lie to the Council?”

“Yes”

“No,” Damon said, and began to drag her from the kitchen.

Emily reached out and grabbed something from the counter and touched it to Damon’s neck. He fell with a loud thud and she took off running. She ran out of the palace toward the stables. Damon caught up with her just outside the door, and took the cattle prod from her as he picked her up.

“Let me go, Damon,” she screamed, and kicked as he cradled her in his arms and held her tightly. He walked her into the council chambers and dropped her onto her butt on the floor.

“Damon!” Chevalier growled.

“She hit me with this!” he said, holding the cattle prod out to the Elders. Emily scrambled to her feet, grabbed it, and touched his arm just as he reached to grab it back from her. Damon again fell to the ground.

“Emily, stop,” Maleth said, frustrated.

Damon got to his feet, grabbed the cattle prod, and raised his hand to hit her.

“Damon!” Chevalier hissed. He lowered his hand slowly, but watched her angrily.

“Touch me with that again, and even an Elder won’t be able to stop me,” he told her, seething.

“You don’t scare me,” she growled at him.

“Want me to change that?” he glared.

“Stop it, now,” Quinn ordered, and both Emily and Damon looked up at him suddenly.

Damon took his seat back with the Council.

“I’m not going with Mark and Frank,” Emily said, crossing her arms.

“Yes, you are,” Chevalier told her.

Mark and Frank walked in behind her. She glanced at them and then back to the Council.

“Don’t make me ash them,” she glared. Emily turned and screamed when she felt a pinch in her arm. She barely had time to see Kyle standing behind her with a needle before the darkness overwhelmed her.

Kyle caught her as she fell, and then handed her to Mark. Mark nodded and left with Emily cradled gently in his arms, her body hanging limply. Frank blurred out with them, and the door shut behind them.

“One more hour to go. They still won’t agree to a cease-fire without Emily,” Kyle said, turning to them.

Damon was chuckling.

“Will that hurt the baby?” Maleth frowned.

Kyle shook his head, “No, I got it from the doctor.”

“Yeah but will that hurt you?” Chevalier sighed.

Kyle grinned slightly, “I’m thinking probably so.”

“That’s it then… a war in Council City,” Quinn said, his hands balling into fists.

“Over a mortal,” Damon scowled.

“You have to think of what would happen if they got their hands on Emily, Damon,” Maleth said. “It would put a deadly weapon in the hands of the enemy.”

Chevalier growled. He hated when they spoke about his wife like she was a pawn. He shut his eyes and sighed when the noise of the helicopter leaving sounded from overhead.

“We need to evacuate the Council,” Kyle said urgently.

“I don’t want to abandon the army when they need help,” Chevalier said.

Quinn nodded, “Neither do I. I say we stay.”

“Send Maleth away with the rest of the Council then. Quinn and I will stay and fight,” Chevalier told them.

“I don’t want to leave either,” Damon said, irritated.

“Fine then, you can stay. The rest of you need to go,” Chevalier told them.

Maleth stood, he had no choice but to leave. If the unspeakable happened, he would be all that was left of the Equites Elders, and the nine council members would serve to bring up the rest of the leadership. As the council members stood to leave, they looked at the council members that decided to stay, and bowed.

“Take care of Emily and Allen for me,” Chevalier said to Maleth, his eyes full of pain. “She won’t understand this.”

“I will,” Maleth said softly, and headed up to the last helicopter, followed by the nine council members and Sam, who was carrying Allen.

Damon turned to Quinn and Chevalier, “Let’s go kill us some Valle.”

Chevalier blurred out of the council chambers and felt the exhilaration of battle. He could feel the tension building as he neared the front lines. Now he was able to turn his emotions over to the primal instincts that were so carefully tucked away. He stopped, and then advanced slowly to the front line. A malicious shroud had fallen over his features, and his predatory eyes scanned the enemy faction.

Sotomar stepped forward, “Have you come to stop this?”

“We sent Emily away. She’s not here to give,” Quinn said with such command that some of the Valle stepped further back.

“Yes I know. Frank is one of ours,” Sotomar said, smiling.

Chevalier’s face fell. He sent Emily away with a Valle. Damon growled and blurred forward, knocking Sotomar flat onto his back. The Valle moved in and met the Equites forces, the battle had begun.

Chevalier saw Damon and Sotomar clawing at each other, and he turned to the side. There was an Encala to his left, poised over an injured Equites. He jumped at him and quickly ripped his head off, growling loudly as the blood from the Encala saturated his clothing. Dodging an errant sword strike, he lunged at a Valle guard and tore a limb off, the first thing he could grab.

A loud trumpet sounded from the distance and Chevalier stood, panting, as he watched the Encala and Valle Armies fall back. The wounded were left beside the feet of the Equites.

“Why are they leaving?” Damon asked.

“I don’t know,” Chevalier answered.

Quinn appeared by their side, “They called a retreat. Does that mean they have her?”

Chevalier looked around for any sign of Exavior.

“Do we follow them?” Damon asked.

“We don’t have the forces to defeat them,” Chevalier said, turning back to the other council members.

“Then we let them go,” Damon scowled.

“Keep the line strong until we can determine why they retreated,” Chevalier ordered, and headed back for the palace.

Chevalier, Damon, and Quinn all appeared in the control room at the same time.

“Base to Equites 2,” Chevalier called over the radio.

“Base to Equites 2,” he repeated.

He growled, “Base to Equites 1.”

“Equites 1 here.”

“Can you contact Equites 2?” Chevalier asked.

“Equites 1 to Equites 2,” the pilot asked.

“Equites 2, do you read me?”

“Base, no answer from Equites 2,” the pilot replied.

“Return to base, Equites 1,” Damon said, when Chevalier didn’t answer.

“They have her,” Chevalier whispered, looking out over the palace roof.

***

Emily opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times at the bright light shining in her eyes. She tried to move, but felt a crushing force on her chest, holding her down. She tried to remember where she was. She could smell the strong scent of fuel, but there was no noise.

As the fog over her mind began to clear, she could feel pain start in her leg and arm, her back was aching, and her head throbbed. She shivered in the cold as the wind bit at her, painfully. She remembered being in the council chambers, and the look of guilt on Kyle’s face after he gave her an injection.

The more clear things became, the more she began to panic. Her eyes adjusted to the blinding light, and she looked around at the twisted metal and shattered wood. There was a piece of metal holding her to the ground, and she saw that her left arm was covered in blood. She pushed against the metal on top of her with her right hand, but it only moved an inch or so.

Emily jerked her head up when she heard a radio, “Base to Equites 2, answer me, damnit.”

It was Chevalier’s voice.

“Hello?” Emily yelled as loudly as she could. The metal was lying against her chest, and she found it hard to take a deep enough breath to scream.

Emily reached to her right and pushed a broken seat out of her way. Just beyond it was a mass of flesh and blood. She could feel her clothing become wet as the snow under her melted, but the cold wind swept harshly over her.

“Anybody?” she yelled again.

“Equites 2, are you out there?” she heard Chevalier call out angrily.

“Mark?” she yelled, looking around as best she could. With piles of warped metal in her way, she wasn’t able to see much around her.

“Frank?” she called out, but there was no answer and the injured heku off to her right didn’t seem to be healing. She wondered if the damage was too great for him to repair.

***

“No word yet?” Damon asked from the tower.

“Nothing,” Chevalier said, holding the microphone in his hand.

“Maleth called a conference, let’s go,” Damon said, taking the microphone from Chevalier and hanging it up.

Chevalier nodded and followed Damon into the Council’s conference room. He sat down quietly while the others watched him.

“Quinn filled us in about Frank,” Maleth said.

Chevalier’s hands balled into fists.

“Mark was there though. He’s one of our elite,” Quinn said to Chevalier.

Damon growled when he heard the request for an audience made by the Valle, “What do they want?”

“Let’s go find out,” Maleth said, standing. The Council walked into the council chambers, and sat in their seats. As requested, Kyle was also in the council chambers, but down in the trial area.

Sotomar, Exavior, and four Valle guards entered.

“What now?” Quinn asked bluntly.

Exavior stepped forward, “We are still demanding the mortal be turned over to us.”

“Why did you retreat?” Chevalier asked him.

“There was some confusion as to the location of Emily. We fell back to ascertain where she currently is,” he told them.

“Why would we tell you where she is?” Maleth asked them, frowning.

“To avoid a war,” Sotomar said, stepping forward.

“You aren’t getting it are you?” Chevalier asked angrily. “I’ll say it slower. We... are... not... turning... Emily over to you. You can burn this city to the ground, and you aren’t going to have her.”

“That was my other concern. Once you are all dead, where to find the mortal.”

“Thought Frank was going to tell you,” Quinn said.

“Yes, well, we’ve currently lost contact with him, and we suspect your guard discovered his identity,” Sotomar said.

“We aren’t going to tell you her location. You might as well attack,” Quinn replied.

***

Emily wedged her right arm under the metal against her chest and pushed hard. It rocked slightly to the side. As it rocked back, she pushed again, and kept rocking it until she got enough momentum to push it over and off of her. She sat up quickly and screamed. The pain in her leg and back was intense, and every movement made her arm hurt and her head swim.

She calmed her breathing and looked around. Her right leg was pinned under part of the helicopter’s propeller, and she could see the red stain of the snow beneath it. She touched a sting on her forehead and looked at the blood on her fingers, then shivered as the cold wind lashed at her wet clothing.

“Help me,” she heard someone gurgle off to her side. She looked over and saw Frank. He was lying in a heap on the snow. His arms and legs were badly mangled, and his head was almost entirely separated from his body.

“Frank… can you heal?” she asked him.

“Help me,” he said again, his eyes looked at her pleading.

“Frank, listen to me. Can you heal?” she asked again, sternly.

His eyes glazed over and he stopped talking. Emily sighed and watched the vapor from her breath dissipate into the frigid air.

She pulled at the jeans on her injured leg, and cried out when she felt the pain.

“Emily?” she heard from behind her. She tried to turn and look, but her back spasmed and she screamed in pain.

“Stay there, I’m almost to you.” This time she recognized Mark’s voice.

“Get Frank, he’s hurt,” she said, looking over at him.

“No, Frank is Valle,” Mark said, and she could hear the strain in his voice.

“Where’s the pilot?” she asked.

“Dead,” Mark told her, and Emily heard him groan in pain.

“How bad are you?” she asked, shivering.

“Pretty torn up,” he said, breathing hard. “We need to get you out of this cold, and then I can heal.”

“I’m trapped under the propeller,” she said, trying hard not to move her broken arm.

“I’ll get it. I’m almost there,” Mark said, gritting his teeth.

***

“Fall back to the palace,” Kyle yelled into the air as the sounds of battle continued all around him. The Equites were losing forces quickly, and he had no report on how the enemy army was doing.

Kyle ran with his troops as they fell back to protect the palace. Bloody, headless corpses were strewn around the streets of Council City, and the smell of death was strong. Three large helicopters landed on the palace lawn, and new Equites troops jumped out and immediately moved into battle formations.

Chevalier met with the arriving General and filled him in on what they knew. An ambush by the Equites Cavalry had evened the numbers, though the enemy was still stronger. The arrival of new troops put hope into the Equites, and they readied themselves for one last stand. If they could hold the palace, then the Equites would call it a victory.

Quinn limped up to Chevalier, “Battalion three is gone.”

Chevalier nodded, “So is battalion six.”

“Get the Cavalry back on their horses. We need them to run around to the back and flank them,” Damon said, stumbling up to the Elders as he gripped his bloody side.

Chevalier turned and crouched defensively when the enemy army appeared before them on the lawn of the palace.

“Last chance to turn over the Winchester,” Sotomar yelled, his gray robes were bloody and torn.

“Come get her,” Damon scowled.

As the Encala and Valle Army moved toward the palace, the new Equites that just arrived took the front, fresh and ready for battle. Chevalier pulled the sword from Damon’s hand, and advanced on Sotomar with hunger in his eyes.

“You’ll never get her,” Chevalier said as Sotomar watched him and crouched defensively.

“You can’t fight us off. We have too many,” Sotomar said, grinning as blood dripped from his chin.

Sotomar looked up as four more helicopters landed and green caped heku jumped out. Chevalier looked up, proudly. They had bought enough time for more reinforcements to arrive.

“You still thinking that?” Chevalier asked, grinning.

Sotomar lunged at Chevalier’s throat, but he was able to dodge him, jumping to the side. Chevalier brought his sword around and swiftly removed Sotomar’s right hand. The newly arrived heku troops descended in a wave down on the tired and haggard enemy troops. Sotomar jumped again, and managed to lock his teeth on Chevalier’s shoulder, tearing a chunk of flesh away, and spitting it on the ground. Chevalier growled angrily and swung his sword at Sotomar, who rolled away from it.

Chevalier felt an arm on his shoulder as he prepared to send the blade through Sotomar’s heart, “It’s over.”

He looked over and all he could see were waves of green capes. Chevalier looked down at Sotomar, and lowered his sword, “Do you surrender?”

Sotomar looked out over his troops. All were either badly injured, captured, or dead. He nodded and looked down at the ground.

***

Mark was finally able to crawl to Emily. She could see that his lower body was crushed, and one of his arms dangled loosely at his side.

“I’m going to try to move that propeller,” Mark said, scooting over to the twisted piece of metal. He pushed hard against the twisted metal. It flew off of her and smashed against the mountainside. Emily screamed as the movement shook her injured leg. She fell back against the snow and felt the grinding of the bones in her back.

“Lie still, I need to stop the bleeding,” Mark said, and she looked toward him as he slipped his belt off. He wrapped it around her leg and tightened it.

“There’s a small cave back here. Can you get into it by yourself?” he asked her, helplessly.

Emily nodded, and then cried out as she flipped onto her stomach. She laid her forehead down onto the snow and breathed hard, the pain in her body increasing. She gritted her teeth, and pulled herself forward with her good arm, pushing against the snow with her foot.

“Good girl, a little further,” she heard Mark saying from behind her.

“The radio,” she said between gasping breaths.

“The battery died,” he said softly. “Keep going.”

Emily nodded and dug her hand into the snow again. She could no longer feel her fingers, but was able to push off with her foot and inch forward toward the small recess in the rock wall. After an hour of painful scooting, she was in the recess, and the wind stopped howling around her. She laid against the rock floor and tried to catch her breath.

“Emily, I’ll be right back. I need to start a fire,” Mark said. She nodded and laid her head against a rock.

Emily drifted in and out of consciousness as the frigid day faded into a bitterly cold night. She opened her eyes when she saw light and felt the warmth from a fire. Mark was sitting up by some kindling and was fanning it lightly. Her eyes felt heavy, so she shut them and let the blackness take over.

“Emily?” She heard Mark’s voice, and finally her eyes open. He was sitting up straighter now, but his lower body still lay at odd angles. She frowned when she saw his bare arms and legs. He had taken his clothes off.

“What?” she finally managed to say.

“You need to put my clothes on. Yours are wet,” he said. “It’s going to hurt, but you can’t stay in wet clothes.”

Emily nodded. She felt his hands tear her shirt off of her, and then gently pull it around her broken arm. He slipped his shirt over her broken arm as carefully as he could, but she screamed with the movement. Once his shirt was over her injured arm, she pushed her other arm through it. He buttoned it up and let her rest for a moment.

“Ok, pants too,” he said, and tore her jeans off in the same manner. His pants were easier to slip on because of their size, and she felt a lot warmer. He wrapped a piece of wire around her to hold them in place.

Mark threw her clothes onto the fire, and it raged for a few minutes, sending warmth through her. She felt her eyes closing and let them.

Emily forced her eyes open when she heard the howl of wolves. She saw Mark sitting by her side, watching out into the night. Just as she drifted back off to sleep, she heard the sound of a wolf crying in pain.

“Emily?” she heard again, and just wanted to sleep longer. She was no longer in pain. The cold had numbed her injuries.

“Come on, Em, open your eyes,” she heard Mark say to her. She opened them slowly and looked over at him. He was wearing the pilot’s clothes now.

“Are you ok?” she asked, her voice cracking. She wasn’t sure, but his body seemed unnaturally distorted.

He smiled, “It’s ok. I didn’t heal correctly, too much damage.”

She nodded, “I’m so tired.”

“I need you to stay with me,” he said, and she willed her eyes to stay open.

“We have to get out of here. I can’t carry you. I’ve been thinking, and I think we can support each other and make it faster,” Mark said, frowning.

Emily nodded.

“I saw a town, probably about five miles away. If we can get you there, we can get you to a hospital,” he told her.

“You too,” she said. Emily was trying to focus her mind, but there was a dense fog around her thoughts.

Mark smiled, “If that’ll help, then… yes.”

Emily nodded and watched as Mark got awkwardly to his feet. He held a hand out to her, “Push off with your left leg, and pull with your right arm.”

Emily tried to do as she was told, but the pain was excruciating and she knew Mark had to pull her up to her feet. She leaned against him, wrapping her right arm around his back as the world moved under her feet. She waited and finally felt steady.

“Ok,” she groaned.

“We’ll take it slow,” Mark said. He was able to move himself forward, and Emily used him as a crutch to slowly inch her way toward the town.

By nightfall, they could see the glow from the town and Mark urged her forward. He kept her supported as she slowly moved toward the light.

“Emily a road!” he said, when his feet touched blacktop.

She nodded, too exhausted, and in too much pain to answer.

“I’m going to lay you by the road. I’ll wait by you until a car comes, ok?” Mark asked her, not sure she understood.

Emily nodded.

“You fell while hiking. You were alone,” he said, and watched her.

Emily’s eyes were closed and she was swaying.

“Emily, I need you to stay with me for a little longer… you were hiking alone, and fell,” Mark said to her.

Emily finally nodded, and felt Mark slowly drop her to the road. Before long, she heard a car approaching, and felt Mark’s comforting presence disappear. The sound of a car’s breaks was the last thing she heard before darkness came.

***

“Sir!” Kyle yelled, as he ran into the council chambers. “Emily’s in Calumet, Wisconsin. She’s being flown to St. Paul by air ambulance.”

“Fill me in on the way,” Chevalier said, running for the palace roof. He climbed into the helicopter, followed by Kyle and Quinn.

The pilot took off quickly, and Chevalier turned to Kyle.

“They said she was found on a road outside of Calumet, and that she’d been in a hiking accident.”

Chevalier frowned, “Hiking accident? Do we have any covens in northern Wisconsin?”

“No,” Kyle said. “She’s alone though, no one was with her.”

“How bad is she?” Chevalier asked.

“The nurse said she has nothing life threatening, but that she’s pretty badly banged up, broken leg, broken arm, and they weren’t sure what else. She’ll arrive in St. Paul in about an hour, so by the time we get there, we should have more news.”

“Equites 1 to base,” Chevalier called over the radio.

“Base here.”

“Find the closest coven to Calumet, Wisconsin. I want that area searched. Tell them to look for the helicopter and the others. If they find Frank alive, I want him,” Chevalier ordered.

“Base copied, out.”

The helicopter landed in a small airport outside of St. Paul, where a taxi met them and took them to the hospital. The three heku ran into the hospital, and Chevalier stopped at the information desk.

“My wife was just flown in, Emily Russo,” he said.

The elderly woman looked through the computer, and smiled at them, “Yes, she’s in the operating room.”

“For what?” Chevalier frowned.

“Let me get a doctor for you, Dear.” They watched as the arthritic fingers slowly dialed a number, and she smiled sweetly at them as it rang.

“Emily Russo’s family has arrived,” she said.

“Ok,” she said, and hung up.

“I’ll show you to a waiting room. The ER doctor would like to talk to you,” she said. She stood up slowly and grabbed a small cane. The heku patiently walked behind her as she hobbled, unhurriedly, down a long white hallway.

“In there, Dears,” she said, pointing to a small conference room.

The three heku stepped into the conference room, and two doctors inside stood and shook their hands.

“Have a seat,” the eldest doctor said.

“Are you all relatives?” he asked.

Chevalier nodded, “Yes, I’m her husband. This is her brother, and her Dad.”

“Very well, you may all stay then,” he said.

“How is she? We don’t know a lot,” Chevalier said.

“Let me just say right up front, that there are no life threatening injuries, and the baby is fine,” he explained, and the doctor by him nodded.

“Ok,” Chevalier said, watching them.

“There’s no way to do this nicely, so we’ll just list the injuries.” He frowned and looked at the other doctor.

Chevalier winced.

“She has a fracture to her left arm, both bones in her lower right leg are broken, and broke out of the skin, and she dislocated her left shoulder. That’s it for her extremities,” the elder doctor said.

The younger doctor sat his elbows on the table and looked at Chevalier, “Probably her most serious injury is to her back. She has a compression fracture to four of her vertebrae, along with six broken ribs. We did an MRI, and her spinal cord isn’t compromised in any way.”

Chevalier nodded, fighting to control his anger.

“She has a serious concussion that we’re watching closely. Other than that, she’s full of cuts and bruises and has frostbite on the fingers of her good hand. It looks like she may have pulled herself to the road,” the young doctor said.

“Can we see her?” Quinn asked when Chevalier didn’t speak.

“Not right now, she’s in surgery. They are trying to repair her arm and leg, and will also try to stabilize her back so more damage isn’t done. We had… some… concerns,” he said, glancing at the older doctor.

“Such as?” Kyle asked.

“It’s concerning us that she keeps saying she was in a hiking accident.”

“Yes, so?”

“Well, we found her a long way from any mountains, or even cliffs large enough to cause that kind of damage. Most women who are pregnant don’t try to hike at all, especially in dangerous areas. Then… her clothes,” he said, glancing at the older doctor.

“Not hiking clothing or something?” Kyle asked.

“Well… not her clothing,” he said, and shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Chevalier asked.

The doctor reached under the table and pulled out a stack of blood soaked clothing. Chevalier reached out and took the once white shirt. It was a men’s button-up shirt, with the green Equites crest on the pocket, standard guard issue. He then picked up the pants, and laid them back down, they were also standard guard issue.

He nodded, “These are mine.”

“We had to call in CSI for this one, but they discovered that the blood isn’t human,” the doctor said, smiling slightly.

Chevalier kept his face calm and nodded.

“Does she always wear clothing that doesn’t fit?” the elder doctor asked.

Chevalier frowned, “No, something must have happened to hers, and she changed into mine. They were in her backpack because I was supposed to meet her tomorrow.”

The doctor nodded and stood up, “We’ll let you know as soon as she’s out of surgery.”

Just as he left, Kyle’s phone rang, “Yes?”

“Where?” he asked, frowning.

“Go there tonight and bring him here before taking him back to Council City,” Kyle ordered, and then hung up.

“They found Mark. He’s pretty beat up and has healed incorrectly. He told them where to find the helicopter and the other bodies. They should be here in an hour, and then they’ll take Mark back to the city. He’ll have to be re-adjusted.” Kyle said.

“What happened?” Chevalier asked.

“They didn’t say. We’ll have to wait until Mark gets here,” Kyle said.

The heku waited in the hospital’s conference room for any news on Emily. They waited in silence, and it wasn’t until Kyle’s phone rang, almost two hours later, that anyone spoke.

“Yes?”

“Ok”

Kyle turned, “They got us a rental car. It’s out front and Mark is in the back.”

Chevalier nodded and walked out, followed by Quinn and Kyle. They went up to the Jeep Cherokee and opened the back door. Chevalier looked at Mark and then frowned at Kyle.

“Mark,” was all Kyle could say.

Mark was lying down in the back of the Jeep. His upper body looked fairly normal, but his lower body was contorted into unnatural angles.

“Are you ok?” Kyle asked finally.

“Never better,” he said, halfway grinning.

“What happened?” Chevalier asked.

“It was Frank. He tried to take over the controls from the pilot. He and I got into a fight, and Frank ended up slamming into the controls. The next thing I know, we were hurdling to the ground. The pilot was able to pull up at the last minute, but we hit the side of the mountain.” Mark grew silent and looked down at his hands.

“I thought she was dead,” he said softly, and Chevalier could tell he was mad at himself over her injuries.

“When I finally found her, she was pretty bad. She had broken bones, and her head was bleeding,” Mark said painfully. “I wasn’t healing right and I couldn’t lift her, but she finally managed to crawl into a recess of the mountain to get out of the cold wind. I started a fire and dried out my clothes, and then burned hers. They were soaked in blood and frozen stiff,” Mark told them, looking up at Chevalier nervously.

“We were able to limp to the road. That’s when the car found her,” Mark said, sighing.

Chevalier watched Mark with great admiration, “Thank you, I owe you a great debt.”

Mark shrugged, “It’s my job.”

“No it’s not, you went way beyond the call of duty,” Kyle said softly.

“How is she?” Mark asked.

“She’s in surgery, we don’t know yet.”

“The baby?” Mark asked finally.

“The baby’s ok.” Chevalier smiled, “Get back to Council City, and take Equites 1.”

The heku driving nodded, “I’ll have your car back in a few hours.”

Quinn decided to go with Mark, so Chevalier and Kyle went back into the hospital. The doctors were just walking into the conference room when they arrived.

“How is she?” Chevalier asked, sitting down.

“Everything went well. You can see her, but I want to warn you… she looks pretty bad,” he said, standing up.

Chevalier and Kyle followed the doctor into the ICU, and he opened the door and let them go in alone.

Both of the heku stood in the doorway and looked at her. Emily’s right leg was in a sling attached to the ceiling, and her left arm and shoulder were casted and propped up on a pillow. A light sheet covered the rest of her body, but her face was cut up. She had a black eye and ice packs on her head. She was hooked up to monitors that beeped on the wall, and four I.V. bags were strung above the bed and dripped fluid slowly into her arm.

Chevalier sat down in a chair by her side and gently touched her right hand. Her fingers were bandaged on both hands because of the frostbite. Kyle stood back by the door, afraid to even approach her.

A nurse walked in and smiled at Chevalier, and then looked through Emily’s chart.

“Is she sedated?” Chevalier asked.

“Not right now. She’s on pain medication though, and her concussion has kept her pretty much out of it since she woke up from surgery. When she wakes up, she keeps rambling on about something called a heku.” The nurse smiled at Emily and then left the room.