Chapter 19

Part of me had wanted to trek back up the road to the parking lot and enter the forest from that point, but I was afraid Jodi was right and there might be a cop stationed there. I licked my lips and tried to gauge just how far from the parking lot we were so I knew when to turn left and continue on. I hated the thought of being physically separated from Jodi and Steven at this point. I wanted nothing more than to hold both their hands so we could mindspeak to each other and keep from getting separated.

“What did you say?” Jodi’s whisper cut through the unusually quiet forest. I turned my head to the right to look at her.

“I didn’t?” I knew the confusion on my face was as clear as my voice even though she probably couldn’t see it in the dark.

“I could have sworn I heard you say you wanted us to hold hands,” she said and we both stopped to stare at each other. It took Steven a few more moments to realize we had stopped and came back to us in a rush.

“What’s wrong?” Steven’s voice broke a little with his fear.

“I don’t know,” Jodi whispered, shaking her head.

“Dude, I did not say anything out loud, but that’s basically what I was thinking,” I said, staring intently at her face.

“Wait, you mean I heard you mindspeak without touching?”

“I guess?”

“Try again,” Steven urged. I looked at him, feeling my eyebrows contract and shook my head. How could I try to do something when I didn’t know how? “I don’t know, just try!” Steven urged again.

“What?”

“You asked how are you supposed to do something you don’t know how to do, so I said just try?” In the nearly nonexistent light I could see the worry and confusion warring over his face. I laughed as quietly as I could, still shaking my head. “What?” His voice broke again.

“I didn’t say that out loud!” I grabbed his arm and shook him in my excitement, but I let go quickly. “Here, one of you try it!”

Terra? Yellow hinted at the edges of Jodi’s thoughts.

“I heard you!” I said, trying with more effort than should be necessary to keep my voice down.

How did she do it so quickly? Steven’s red and disappointed voice drifted to me in the night and both Jodi and I spun to him.

I heard you! Jodi echoed my thoughts in perfect time.

Fae, Drake, can you hear me at the same time?

Yes! Both of their voices came to me in an echo. I felt their excitement like candy melting on my tongue.

Ok, we need to calm down. Obviously we’ve opened some kind of channel. Now, since we don’t know how, we need to be careful with it. I started pacing between them, trying to find the open channel I was talking about, and I thought about earlier in the day when I saw Jodi and Steven’s powers on my arms. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a tendril of red, glowing energy dancing along my body off to the right, trailing behind me, but as soon as I tried to look directly at it, it was gone. I let my focus slide again and could see the lavender and blue electricity that led to Jodi off to the left, but I could never look directly at it.

Ok, I think we connected today at school; we’ll just have to be careful not to break it, I thought at them as I turned to face them now.

How can you know that? Jodi asked. I tried to think of an explanation, but before I could think of it in words, the memories of how I did it were in the front of my mind and I heard Jodi say a simple Oh, I think I get it. I watched her eyes go soft for a few moments. Wow, Drake, your energy really looks like fire. But Terra, I don’t understand yours.

Why? What’s it look like? I asked.

Like pure light. Steven answered for her, apparently he had received the picture explanation at the same time Jodi had. But Fae, you’re like purple and blue and look like lightening.

Nice, she thought at us with a smile.

Ok, we need to go; we’re wasting time. Just be aware of the open channels in case we get separated. I thought and turned from them and headed forward again, dead leaves and fallen twigs and branches crunching underfoot. I tried to concentrate on how far we needed to go before we turned to head straight for the clearing, but as I tried to look at the forest around us, I realized the danger we were allowing ourselves to walk into. Not only might we get separated, but we may hike right past the clearing and Tracy would be lost forever.

Wait a second. We all three stopped at the same time and I took a deep breath, planting my feet hip-width apart and grounded into the earth below me. I opened my palms, splaying my fingers wide, and opened my power, letting it uncoil from me in seeking tendrils. I felt the life of the forest around me, almost buried beneath the cold and damp, but there, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Finally, after what felt like miles of searching, I felt the pull of my protective circle in the clearing. Its power and the power of the curling tendril that reached it felt like two halves of the same object finally coming back together and I knew exactly which way to go. I started pulling the power back into me, gathering it back into my center, when suddenly I felt burning rage try to tear at me through my wandering power.

My power snapped back into me like a slap in the face. I staggered backwards a few steps, nearly falling into the slick leaves and mud. Steven helped me to my feet. I winced, feeling the actual burn on my skin on my back. I only had a moment to endure the pain when I recognized the evil that had touched me; it was the same creature that had attempted to rend me to pieces all those nights in my nightmares.

Run! I screamed in my mind, startling both Steven and Jodi, making them pause. I ripped free of Steven’s hand and grabbed him by the wrist and pushed at Jodi. Run! Fucking run! I screamed at them and took off, my feet sliding in the loose mud but I didn’t fall, thank goodness. I pushed through the trees and bushes but didn’t let them hinder me. I felt it like a hungry, rabid dog snapping at my back. I had no idea how far back it was, but I knew every time I tried to figure out where it was or lost my footing it had always found me and torn through my skin. Not tonight, damn it, not tonight.

I could hear Steven and Jodi just behind and to the sides of me, their feet pounding on the ground. Under that noise I could hear their hearts beating frantically, pushing their blood through their veins. I could smell the sweat on their faces. My stomach turned at the scents.

Oh God…

What? Steven’s voice screamed at me. I could feel rather than hear that he was afraid I could see something he couldn’t, or maybe I was hurt, or Jodi. His thoughts were as erratic as his breathing.

Get away from me! Go! Run! I screamed at them and with a burst of adrenaline that had been hiding until now I forced myself farther away from them, turning sharply to my left and nearly running right into Steven. He dodged around me and took off with Jodi instinctively.

Terra, what’s happening? Jodi’s voice was quieter than it had been, but I could still hear her well enough; her fear translated just as well at this distance. Thankfully the pulse of her heart and the scent of her sweat were fading and I knew soon I wouldn’t be able to hear it.

It’s hungry and it can smell you guys through me! Just stay away from me! Because it had touched my power, it had felt my connection to Jodi and Steven. This was all I could do to keep them safe. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears and my pulse was like something alive in my throat, clawing its way into my mouth. My lungs burned with battery acid. My stomach was going to rip open on the next step I took. But in spite of all of that, my body held. I kept running, feeling the tears in my eyes from the cold air that tore at my face. My nose was running, but I couldn’t stop. If I stopped, it would get me and tear me to shreds and eat the meat from my bones. My stomach lurched and I pushed those thoughts from my mind. I brought up shields in my mind, trying to sever the connection I had forged between me and the thing at my back.

I could taste bile in the back of my throat and I knew I couldn’t keep this pace up much longer. Each step felt like I was pulling my foot out of quicksand. I needed another way, I needed help, but I didn’t have the time or luxury to stop, ground and center, and square off against this thing. It was rabid and probably wouldn’t wait to face off with me. If I stopped, it would simply keep coming. My fear was like a tangible thing and I could feel it gain energy from my fear, running all the faster for it.

Stop it, goddamnit! I screamed at myself. I opened my eyes wide, taking in as much of the forest as I could and realized I had left all the saplings behind me. Now I was running through large, aged trees with trunks wider around that I was. Desperation drove me and I prayed this would work.

I saw one of the largest trees looming ahead of me, just ten feet away, I held its image in my mind and envisioned it opening up for me, taking me into it. I let my magic burst forth in wild abandon, directing it to the life-force in the tree, keeping that image burning brightly in my mind as I raced towards it. I flung myself at the tree when it was less than three feet away. I closed my eyes tight against the impact, but suddenly I was engulfed in warm, thick water.

I opened my eyes to darkness, curled almost in a fetal position, my body suspended in this heavy darkness. I reached a hand out and felt resistance that was rough and jagged. Bark, bark of the tree I had flung myself into. I felt all around me until I was convinced that all of me was surrounded. I felt tears of relief sting my eyes and a laugh burst out of me before I could stop it. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I whispered to the tree and whatever else may have helped me.

An angry, wild roar cut through my relief and I could hear the sharp breaking of wood just beyond my face. My stomach tightened and a cold sweat broke out on my back. I suddenly felt horrible for risking this tree for my own safety. How did this make me any better than the one who summoned this demon? He had cut into the trees in the circle and used them in a blood ritual and here I was cowering inside a tree and letting it get torn apart. I turned so the tearing noises were behind me and put my hands on the rough inner bark and pushed my way out.

I stepped onto the forest floor as quietly as I could and crouched down, keeping low to the ground. I had an idea, drawing inspiration from earlier that day. I leaned around the tree until I could see it. Nothing less than all of my self-control kept me from screaming.

It was the stuff of nightmares. Like a dog gone completely wrong, it was too large with ragged, bloody claws and gnashing teeth. The aura of fire danced on its skin that looked like it belonged on the inside of the animal instead of the surface, as if someone had pulled it inside out. Although it was so dark you could hardly see more than ten feet in front of you, his skin seemed to glisten wetly and veins pumped erratically all over his body. Rough fur sprouted out of his head and raced down the length of his spine, but otherwise his body was bare. I couldn’t see its eyes clearly as he was gnashing violently with his teeth at the tree and a jolt of guilt ran through me as I had hesitated for fear of him.

I pulled on that now thin line of power and energy between Steven and me, drawing it down my arm into my palm until I thought it would blister the skin and a tiny flame burst to life in the center of my hand, just above the skin. I pulled almost instantly on Jodi’s power, but I felt it swirling around my entire body rather than just the arm she had been attached to. It took more concentration than I thought to direct it into my free hand. My breath was caught in my throat and my lungs burned with the effort to push the wind into the flame to feed it. The flame grew stronger and more volatile until I didn’t think I could hold it any longer and felt the heat racing up both my arms felt like they were on fire. I drew on my panic and my determination and thrust it into my hands and into the growing fire held there. It shot from my hands with such force that I stumbled backwards, catching my ankle on a twisted root and fell to the ground again.

I heard the creature cry out in a wail of pain and fall, writing in the leaves and mud. I scrambled to my feet and hesitated only long enough to see that I hadn’t done enough damage to keep it down, but I had done enough to give myself enough of a head start to possibly make it to circle before it got to me. I took off at a faster and more frantic run than before.

I could still hear it wailing in pain and anger behind me. It should have scared me but now I could gauge just how much distance I was putting between it and myself. I could feel the draw of my protective circle ahead of me growing stronger the more I concentrated on it. I couldn’t run any faster than I already was, but I leaned forward into the run, willing myself there. I heard more of an echo than anything else, the wailing of the fallen creature change and grow into a roar of rage and frustration. It was up off the ground and coming after me. It could run so much faster than I could and it was closing the distance between us. I wanted to scream or cry or beat it to death with my frustration. This was so unfair!

I heard it almost directly behind me, the heat of its anger and aura burning my back. I nearly screamed when a root caught my foot and I lurched forward, desperately trying to get my footing and I felt its ragged claws catch on my jeans and tear through the fabric into the skin and muscle of my calf. I screamed wordlessly, pain making my vision fuzzy for a few seconds and I fell to the ground. I crawled forward before I could think of anything else to do and heard it roar again in mindless rage, but it didn’t touch me again. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw it thrashing just a few feet behind me, throwing itself against an invisible wall trying desperately to get to me.

Blood ran down my calf into my boot and sock and distracted me for a second before I heard his voice, “I’m so glad you’ve come, I was hoping you’d make it in time.” I turned slowly, wishing this were a nightmare that I’d wake from before I actually had to see the boogieman behind me. I gazed up the length of the clearing until I saw his feet and slowly, painfully raised my eyes up and looked upon the smiling, twisted face of Ian. I had made it to my circle.

 

I had a moment of confusion when I saw Ian standing there. I remembered the spell warning him not to look me in the eye because I would see him for what he truly was, but as he stood over me he didn’t look all that different, at least until I saw his eyes. They were black. No whites, no irises, no pupils, just endless black. They were not the eyes of a human, there was no soul behind them. I shivered as I realized what I was looking at.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered.

“What don’t you understand?” Ian asked, his voice heavy and strange.

“How is it you? I burned you, but then your arm, in the store, I saw it.”

“Oh yes,” he laughed, making me cringe, “well, that was an interesting little trick of yours, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t heal easily.”

The protective shield was like a weight on my neck, shoulders and back, pushing me down and away from it. I hadn’t truly entered the circle and it wasn’t letting me, but it was more reassuring to me than anything else; that also meant that Ian was outside of its power and protection too. I pushed back to a kneeling position, never taking my eyes off of Ian and brought my left arm up, level with my chest, and grabbed the hilt of my athame with my right hand and drew it out of my sleeve.

I saw a look of confusion come over Ian’s face as he watched me, but it passed and he merely smirked at me, “You’ll have to get a lot closer to me for that to do you any good.” I took a deep, steadying breath, found the power source of my element beneath me, and pushed up to my feet.

“I enter of my own free will,” I whispered the words as quietly as I could and thrust the blade of the knife into the air in front of me and sliced upwards, visualizing a tear in a thick, heavy cloth in front of me. I stepped through and felt the edges of the cut brush over my body, giving only enough for me to squeeze through. I turned, none too happy with giving Ian my back, and raised my right hand to the opening and made a smoothing motion down the length of the cut, whispering the spell to seal the circle again. I felt the power shimmer around me and lock into place just as if I had shut the door to a windy night. I heard the demon beyond the tree line roar again, but it couldn’t reach me now.

“What have you done?” Ian asked and I turned to face him, more confident now but still scared out of my mind. I was committed and there was nothing for it.

“Listen Ian, there is still time to stop this.” I decided I would try for reasoning first.

“What did you just do?” he asked again, but I wasn’t telling.

“Look, just give me Tracy and go away. Leave my city and I’ll let you go.” My voice sounded more confident than I actually felt.

“Oh, Tracy, yes, well, that’s fine, if you want me to let her go I can do that for you.” He was smiling at me and it was like a twisted version of Jensen’s sweet, reassuring smile. I wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Just like that?” Ian started to step to his side, circling me. I knew I didn’t want him at my back so I mirrored him, walking away from him. We were tracing the edge of the circle, facing each other like an old western gunfight.

“Well, I would expect something in return, obviously,” he said with a laugh and a wave of his hand.

“What would you expect?” Ian stopped a quarter of the way around the circle and started back the way he came. I stopped and considered doing the same, but something told me he didn’t want me at the end of the circle he had started from, which made me want to be there all the more.

“I’ll let Tracy go if you take her place… Witch,” he said it like a curse and the power of that one word slapped me in the face. He tilted his head to the side, studying me like a bird ready to peck the worm out of the hole. “That should have done more. Very impressive,” he muttered that as if speaking more to himself than to me.

“You say witch like it should offend me. I’d rather be a witch any day than be… what are you? A warlock? Satanist?” He laughed abruptly and it was an ugly, harsh sound, almost the braying of a mad donkey.

“A warlock, a Satanist,” he nodded, still smiling from his ugly laugh. “No, they answer to someone, something. I answer to no one and nothing.”

“Everyone answers for their crimes, Ian, everyone.” I had decided to stop moving and just squared off in front of him. He laughed at me again, throwing his head back into it, fully enjoying mocking me.

“So pretty to think so. Makes your world make a little more sense to you, I suppose.” He smirked at me and it was ugly.

I was done with the banter. My leg hurt like a son of a bitch and my arm was beginning to shake with the effort of holding the blade.

“Ok, Ian, what exactly is it that you need me for?”

“Oh I could just as easily use Tracy,” he shrugged flippantly. “But I would prefer you.”

“Fine, for what?”

“To summon power. Obviously a witch of your abilities would enhance my powers much more than a simple little girl.” He turned and walked back to where he had stood originally, closer to me than I would have liked, but I didn’t want to give away any ground. He actually stepped out of the circle into the trees and disappeared for a few moments. I had the intense urge to run after him, get to Tracy before he could and just get out of here, but I held my ground. He came back, dragging two very large duffle bags into the clearing. They were held closed at one end with drawstrings and looked big enough to hold a body in each. And as that thought entered my mind, my stomach lurched.

“I’ll make the deal even sweeter for you,” he said when he had come far enough into the clearing for me to hear him and turned to face me. “I’ll let dear Tracy go,” he nudged the bag closest to me with his right foot, “and I’ll let Jensen go,” he kicked the other bag with his left foot and I heard the muffled groan from the second bag, “if you’ll take her place.” A cruel smile curled his lips and made his eyes darker rather than lighter as smiles should do. I tried not to look at the bags. I tried not to let the pain show in my face, but it was difficult.

“Why do you have Jensen if you only need one sacrifice?”

“Because he helped start the spell work so he has to be here,” he shrugged and tried to look casual about it, but the anger threaded in his voice betrayed the façade. “How did you happen to keep my pet out of the circle?” He nodded towards the trees off to my side now that I had walked farther into the clearing.

“The same way I kept you out,” I took another step closer to him but he didn’t move to mirror me. He wasn’t going to walk away from the bags before the negotiations were through.

“But I am in the circle,” he gestured at the clearing with both hands, amusement plain on his face.

“No, no, you’re not.” I smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile.

“My pet gnashes at the edge of the circle and cannot enter the clearing, but here I am, standing in the clearing. How can you say that I am not in it?” His amusement slipped into bemusement like I had done something simple and adorable like a child.

“What’s your name?” I asked carefully.

“Ah,” he laughed again, but now it sounded like breaking glass or metal on a chalkboard and made me cringe. “You are very bright. Yes, I would much rather have you than the girl.” He actually kicked Tracy in the bag and I found myself coming forward as if I could stop him in time.

“So, that’s why I can finally look you straight in the face; you’ve already possessed Ian, is that it? Then why do you need another sacrifice?” I wanted to understand everything before I brought Jodi and Steven in and knew what we needed to do.

“Answer me about my pet.” He sounded sullen; his mood swings were going to pose a problem if I didn’t keep him mollified.

“Fine, if I answer you, will you answer me?”

“Agreed.”

“I set another circle over yours to protect myself and I entered it ritually. That is a thing of evil; it cannot enter my circle of protection unless I invite it in,” I said it as matter-of-factly as I could. I decided it were best if he didn’t know I hadn’t just set my circle over his and had erased his circle. Call me paranoid, but I don’t think that would have made him happy.

“Hmm, so you knew that I wanted you to come to me?”

“No, you said you’d answer my question if I answered yours. You don’t get to ask another question until you answer mine.”

“Yes, I have already entered Ian’s body, you are correct. I need the third sacrifice, human obviously, to seal the possession and my ascension. Blood for blood, a life for a life, you understand.” He smiled at me with a nod.

“I wouldn’t think a demon would worry about karmic balance.”

“I don’t make the rules my dear; I only follow them – when I have to.” He shrugged casually. I decided to let that one go, we would have to agree to disagree on whether or not he was following karmic rules. “Alright, well, time is wasting, I do need to have this ritual underway almost immediately if I am to get it done in time, so, will you be staying or shall I proceed with Ms. Tracy?”

“You know I can’t let you kill her.”

“Wonderful, if you’ll just get rid of that little knife of yours and join me over here in the middle?” He reached a hand out to me, just as if he were my date for the night and wanted me to take his arm.

“Let them go first,” I motioned to Jensen and Tracy with my chin, never taking my eyes off of Ian.

“Oh no, my dear, you first and then I’ll let them go.”

“I’m not an idiot. If I go first, you’ll kill me and there’ll be nothing to stop you from killing them.”

“But why would I do that? Once you have sacrificed yourself I won’t need them anymore.”

“Because you’ll want to get rid of any witnesses.”

“That’s a risk you’re just going to have to take. Now, stop stalling,” Ian said.

I drew in a deep breath to calm my nerves and dropped my athame to the ground. He smiled at me and nodded slowly, encouraging me to come to him.

This was the part of the plan that I hated the most; I would have to go willingly to him, unarmed. I took slow, careful steps to him, taking as much time as I dared to close the distance between us. I concentrated on Steven’s energy and drew the heat into both of my arms, desperately trying to control the energy to keep it from bursting into flame in my palms. I didn’t want Ian to see what I was doing. I was only a few feet away from him when I felt the heat grow in my hands until I was sure my skin must be red and blistering from it. The memory of the grass I had set aflame in the school and the trees Ian had carved into flashed into the front of my mind and the pain in my hands tripled. The pain of controlling the element clawed up my arms and past my elbows.

“Yes,” he hissed at me, “come to me, witch, come to me.” I stopped just three feet away from him, hoping that I appeared scared and angry and was just hesitating. I watched him start to lean for me and I opened the channels between Jodi, Steven and myself and screamed in my head for them to come. I bent my knees and with a wild, wordless scream I lunged at Ian, my hands formed into claws, reaching, tearing in the air for his face. He leaned into my lunge, realizing too late what I was doing. My fingers found his face, nails ripping down his cheeks until I could hold on. I pressed my burning hands into his face, shoving him back with my body.

He screamed as wildly and wordless as I had and tore away from me, stumbling backwards, and I fell to my knees on the ground. I looked up and saw Jodi and Steven running into the clearing towards us. Ian was clawing at his own face, slapping himself, trying to put out the fire that he could not see, crabwalking away from me. I was strangely calm as I watched the blisters burst over his skin, melting holes into his cheeks and forehead as it burned relentlessly. Steven and Jodi both had their bottles of holy water in their hands, Steven gripping his rosary in the other. They reached Ian and started flinging the water on his body. He fell to the ground screaming, steam rising up from his body, his clothing smoldering from the inside out.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name,” Steven started the prayer, he and Jodi flinging the holy water on every part of Ian’s body that they could reach. “Thy Kingdom come. Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.” Ian screamed, but could not move under the weight of the prayers.

“Keep praying!” I screamed and got to my feet, tripping myself and nearly falling again in my rush. Steven started to repeat the prayer again. Ian screamed again but a roar of frustration colored it and I watched, horrified, as he was able to start to push away from the ground. Without thinking, I plunged my hands down, the earth giving way to my hands. I searched until I found the wandering roots of the trees that I had used to form my circle and begged their help and felt them respond to my call. The surface of the ground began to roll, a threaten rumble shook the trees around us. The roots broke the surface of the ground and reached for Ian, grabbing his wrists and ankles and pulling him tight against the ground, twisting and twining around him until he couldn’t move. The roots drew the shape of the star I had walked the day before, binding Ian in the same place the magic of the circle had laid me.

I pulled my hands free of the ground, relieved when I saw the roots didn’t let Ian go, and ran to them. He roared again and I felt an icy wind rush around us, whipping at our faces and thunder cracked overhead. I looked up to see the black and gray clouds swirling malevolently in the sky and lightning ripped through the clouds.

“I think its working!” I screamed at them over the thunder and wind and Ian’s screams. Steven kept praying. I heard Jodi take up the chant of the elements, their voices taking up the same cadence so you almost couldn’t tell who was saying what.

I fell to my knees at Ian’s head and Jodi and Steven followed on either side of him. I reached out a hand to both of them and we formed a circle around him with our arms. “By the power of three times three, I bind you demon,” I began my chant, falling into rhythm with Jodi and Steven’s voices. “By the power of three times three, I bind you demon. By the power of three times three, I bind you demon,” I kept all emotion out of my voice and concentrated on raising the power between us.

Ian began to writhe on the ground in pain, the smoke from the holy water faded away and his face turned up to me. I stared into his black eyes and he spoke to me in a voice no human could have and in a language I didn’t know. Steven’s voice faltered and I felt the pain the words were giving him. I gripped his hand tighter and lent him my strength. Jodi chanted a little louder, leading Steven back into his concentration. “By my will, I banish you, demon. By my will, I banish you, demon.” I steeled myself, found my center and the power contained therein, and held his gaze with my eye. “By my will, I banish you, demon!” I cried out over the howling wind and heard Steven cry out, “Deliver us from evil!”

Ian screamed in pain and lightning crashed down around us, slicing into Ian and striking a tree close to us. I felt the wood breaking long before the bark started to give and I lunged forward, pulling Steven and Jodi with me just as a heavy tree branch came crashing down over Ian’s shoulders. He lay there, immobile and silent, as the winds began to die and the thunder faded away. I looked up into the sky and saw the clouds were still there, but the black and gray were gone. Steven was crying and Jodi was shaking, holding on to him. Ian’s eyes were closed and his mouth was slack. If his eyes had been open, I would’ve known he was dead, but as they remained closed, I knew he was just unconscious.

In another moment I felt the air around me shift, as if taking pause in the Earth’s rotation, and the ground below me rumbled as thunder cracked over head. A black mist erupted from Ian’s chest. A pain ridden howl tore through the air in the distance. I pulled my gaze away from Ian and looked out at the trees beyond my circle of protection to see a pillar of smoke rising above the treetops, dissipating as it caught the breeze. I heard the howl of the hell hound fading as the mist over Ian’s body grew weaker. The demon and his pet were leaving this plane. The ground continued to rumble as the roots of the trees began sliding away from Ian, disappearing back into the ground. The tremors subsided with the last root tip gone, but the large tree branch still pinned Ian to the ground.

Before I could succumb to the effects of shock, I ran, tripping and nearly falling, over to the bags that Jensen and Tracy were in. I had a split second where I wanted to free Jensen first, but I thought better of it and tore the bag open that Tracy was stuffed inside. She was crying and trembling, but with my help she crawled out. Her wrists and ankles were bound, making it awkward, but we managed it.

“Shayna?” she gasped, staring at me, confused, but instead of asking any more questions, she clutched my sweatshirt and pulled me into a hug. “You’re always saving me! It’s like you’re my very own, live guardian angel,” she sobbed into my shoulder with a laugh. I looked at her, a weight on my back suddenly there and undeniable.

“What did you call me?” My voice was hushed and she couldn’t hear me over her own sobs. I felt Steven and Jodi at my back and they eased her away from me, pulling her to them so I could get to Jensen. He crawled out of the bag, weak-kneed and as shaky as Tracy, bound the same way at his wrists and ankles. His face was covered in bruises and swelling, but he smiled at me and the endless blue of his eyes sparkled for me.

“A guardian angel, that’s what she called you,” he whispered.