thoughts the other court leaders might have?”
“Focalor moved outside the realm of the fallen when he made his bid for power, and the fate of Amarantha’s court is now tied to his. Other supernatural courts are now moving to ally themselves for or against Lucifer.”
I blinked. “What? You mean, everybody is picking sides for a future war?”
Jude nodded. “It’s subtle, but it’s there. Some courts are choosing to remain neutral.”
“Meaning they want to wait and see where the chips fall before they make a choice,” Beezle said derisively.
“And Wade was trying to reestablish ties with Lucifer because of this? Was Lucifer receptive?” I asked.
“He seemed to be. He was very pleased with Wade for backing you in Amarantha’s court,” Jude said, his face growing red with anger. “But then he betrayed us and set a pack of demons on us.”
“That doesn’t sound like Lucifer,” I said. “He wouldn’t negotiate with you in good faith and then openly attack you.”
“He is the Deceiver,” Jude said bitterly. “How do you know what he would or wouldn’t do?”
“Because he’s the Deceiver,” I said patiently. “If he wanted to mess with the wolves, he’d find much more subtle ways of doing it. He’d send an ambassador to spread discord in your pack or something like that. He wouldn’t say one thing and then attack you the next day. It shows no style.”
“Madeline is right,” Gabriel agreed. “The Morningstar, above all, prefers to appear above the fray.”
“Then who set those demons on our pack? Who took Wade, and the others? They took our cubs,” Jude said, and his face was haunted. “They took our future.”
The demons had taken the wolves’ children. Anger rose up inside me, pushing at my skin. I did not want to think about what demons would do with those children. Samiel slid his chair a little farther away from mine as electricity arced across my fingertips.
“We’ll get them back,” I promised. “I’ll do whatever I have to do to help you.”
“How?” Jude said. “I tried to track them. But it was like they disappeared into thin air. The trail just went cold.”
I looked at Gabriel, and I could tell that he was thinking what I was thinking.
“Portal,” I said. “The demons came through a portal and returned back through one.”
“That is the magic of the fallen,” Jude said. “Demons can’t make a portal on their own.”
I thought back to something that had happened a couple of months ago, and addressed my question to Beezle. “When Antares and his buddies attacked J.B. on the lawn, they escaped using a portal. How did they do that if they can’t make a portal on their own?”
“Most demons carry portal charms from their masters so that they can do the fallen’s bidding,” Beezle said.
“But they weren’t on my lawn at the behest of any of the fallen. They were there because of Antares,” I said. “Do they carry around extra charms? That seems like it would give the demons a lot more freedom than the fallen had intended for them.”
“What does this have to do with finding Wade and the cubs?” Jude said. “The demons are probably slaughtering them as we speak.”
“No,” I said. “They’re not. If the demons just wanted to kill them, then they wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of taking the wolves with them. They want them for some other purpose. The question is whether they’re doing it by someone’s command or if they have enough wherewithal to pull something like this off without any of the Grigori noticing.”
Samiel tapped his fingers so I would look at him. Focalor was trying to start an uprising. Maybe his demons have orders to continue without him.
Gabriel shook his head. “I am sure that Focalor’s minions are being watched closely.”
“Could a large group of demons do such a thing and go unnoticed by their masters?”
“In some courts, yes.” Gabriel frowned. “Which may help narrow things down. Not every court is as large as your father’s.”
“That’s assuming that the demons are acting without a master,” Jude said. He stood from the table and paced restlessly. “We’re not going to get anywhere by sitting around talking. We need to leave now.”
“And where do you suggest we go?” I asked. “You said yourself that you tried to follow the demons and your lead disappeared.”
“I have to do something!” Jude shouted, and something happened that had occurred the first time I met him. His bones shifted under his skin, and for a second I saw the wolf looking at me. Then he visibly shuddered, pulled himself back under control, and when he looked up again his face was Jude’s.
Everyone stared at me expectantly. Apparently, I was supposed to take charge.
“Okay,” I said, trying not to think about the cubs. If I thought about them, I would get emotional, and then I would be unable to think clearly. “First things first. We have to see if we can find out who’s doing this. Gabriel, do you think you could trace a power signature from the site where the wolves were attacked?”
“Possibly, if there is any residue from the demons’ magic.”
“Where is the rest of the pack, Jude?” I asked.
“They’re in hiding. We have a contingency plan in the event of an attack.”
“Are they safe where they are?”
His eyes flickered with some indefinable emotion. “Safe enough. I wouldn’t have left them otherwise.”
“Okay. Gabriel and Samiel, will you come with me and Jude?” I had to make sure to present the request as such. I refused to have Gabriel throwing it back in my face that I’d “ordered” him to do anything.
Gabriel nodded, his face grave. “Of course. I would not leave cubs in the hands of demons.”
I’ll do whatever I can to help, Samiel signed.
“I’ll come along, too,” Beezle said. “You’ll probably need me.”
“I’ll need somebody to complain about how hungry they are and to fall asleep in my pocket just when something horrible is about to happen?”
“You know, I’m starting to feel like my services are underappreciated in this house,” Beezle said, landing heavily on my shoulder.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the mess in the kitchen,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah. The dishes will still be there when we get back.”
“If we get back,” I muttered, wondering just what I was getting myself into this time.
We took a portal from the back yard to the place where the wolves had last been seen. It was some woody location in northern Wisconsin. I was a little unnerved by the complete and total lack of man-made noises, and tried not to reach for Lucifer’s sword, which I’d slung automatically over my shoulder before we’d left.
I am a city girl. I am accustomed to hearing the sounds of cars on the street, the roar of the El going by, the laughter of drunken Cubs fans. I am decidedly not used to the twitter of birds that are not pigeons, or the crackling of brush as little rodent things run through the forest.
The clearing had obviously been the site of an attack. Impressed in the dirt were the four-toed claw marks of demons and the paw prints of wolves. Broken shrubbery and bits of torn clothing were strewn everywhere. There were splashes of blood on the tree trunks, and the acid-burn streaks that indicated demon ichor.
Everyone in my party gave me the now-what? look. Beezle fluttered off my shoulder and alighted on a tree branch that gave him an overview of the area.
“What are you up to?” I asked.
“Surveying,” he said loftily.
“Code word for ‘napping,’” I replied. “Gabriel, will you look for any traces of power while the rest of us see what physical clues we can find?”
Gabriel nodded, but Jude gave an impatient huff.
“What do you think you will find that I didn’t? I told you, I tracked them as far as I could.”
“But you were upset and probably not thinking clearly,” I said, trying to be patient. “You may have missed a few things.”
“This is a waste of time,” he said.
“Fine, then don’t help,” I snapped. “Just sit there on your ass while we figure out who took Wade.”
“Are you implying that I don’t care about my pack?” Jude said.
