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f I kept away from the door he'd keep away from me。 Chimera； on the other hand； kept stalking closer。 I was between a panwere and a snake not actually a rock and a hard place； but close。
Chimera flowed into his other form。 I've seen shapeshifters change for years； and it was always violent； or messy。 But this； this was almost 。。。 breathtaking。 Scales flowed over him as if they were water。 There was no clear fluid； no blood； nothing but the change； as if he stepped from one form into another； like Clark Kent changes into Superman。 It was so quick it was almost instantaneous。 He didn't even miss a step。 His clothes folded away like the petals of a flower falling to the earth； and he stepped out in the snake form of Coronus。 The big snake man stopped moving。 He froze in that stillness that reptiles love。 I froze when he did。 He finally turned his head so he could look at me with a copper eye。 It must have played hell with his depth…perception having to do that。
〃I remember you。 Chimera told us to kill you。〃 He looked around at the dark room and said slowly； 〃Where are we？〃
Then he bent over as if in pain； and the next form was human but not Orlando's body。 He was Boone and before Boone's eyes had lost their confused look； he was a lion man。 For a second I thought it would be Marco； but of course he couldn't be both Marco and Coronus； not even Chimera could pull that one off。
He was golden； tawny； muscled； masculine； with a mane around his half…human face that was almost black。 The claws on his hands were like black daggers。
〃This form is truly mine；〃 he growled。 〃The snake and the bear are like Orlando； they still believe in themselves。 But I am all there is； and there is nothing but Chimera。〃 He reached for me； and I bolted。 I ran towards the hanging men； because I knew they'd slow him down； then turned at the last second； so fast I fell on the ground and skittered away on hands and feet like a monkey。 They would slow him down； but he'd cut them up to get at me。 I couldn't let that happen。
He cornered me on the far side of the room farthest away from the door and Micah。 I think he could have caught me sooner but he wasn't rushing。 I don't know why。 The sounds of fighting were closer； but not close enough。
Chimera came at me like grace contained in violence； a mountain of tawny muscle and fur that gleamed in the lights。 He opened his mouth and roared； a sound I'd never heard outside of a zoo before。 That coughing roar made me stand a little straighter。 Zeke and Bacchus had promised to e get us out of here before the rest of the fighting started。 They'd failed； or lied； but I wasn't going down without a fight； and I wasn't going down screaming。 I watched him e towards me； like a slow…motion nightmare； beautiful and terrible； like some kind of beastial angel。
Suddenly； the ardeur rose inside me like a warm wave； spilling along my skin； drawing a gasp from my throat。 The last time it had risen because of Richard's nearness。 This time 。。。 maybe it was just time to feed again。 The moment I thought feed I knew Jean…Claude had awakened； and with his rising； down in the depths of the Circus； the ardeur had risen inside me。
Chimera stopped where he was； shaking his great maned head。 〃What is that？〃 he growled。
My voice came breathy。 〃The ardeur。〃
〃The what？〃
〃The ardeur； the fire； the need；〃 I said。 With each word the ardeur grew like a weight； and that weight brushed against my beast。 It spilled upward from that tight curled place inside me； and the two separate heats rose up inside； spilling along my body； drawing me forward towards Chimera。 I wasn't afraid of him anymore； because I could smell his fear。 You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you。 Part of me knew that wasn't true； that a scared man with a gun is more likely to shoot you than a brave one； but the parts of me that were able to think were sliding away； leaving behind only instinct。 What was left liked the smell of fear。 It reminded me of food and sex。
Chimera backed away； and we began a slow walk back the way we'd e； this time with me advancing slowly on him。 I stalked him as he'd stalked me； and part of me noticed that I was placing my feet one atop the other； almost stepping in my own footsteps； like a cat。 The walk was oddly graceful； swaying my hips。 My spine was very straight； shoulders back； arms almost motionless at my sides； but there was a tension running through my upper body； an anticipation of action； of violence。 Always before the ardeur had overridden the beast's hunger； but as I stalked Chimera； watched that huge muscular form back away from me； it was meat I was thinking of。 Teeth and claws； flesh to rend； to bite； to tear。 I could almost taste his blood hot； almost scalding in my mouth； down my throat。 It wasn't just my beast's hunger； but Jean…Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh。 It was all that and the ardeur running through all of it； so that one hunger fed into the next in an endless chain； a snake eating its own tail； an Ouroboros of desires。
Chimera stopped running； pressing himself up against the white curtain。 We were almost back to Cherry and Micah。 There was solid wall behind Chimera； behind the curtain。 〃What are you？〃 he asked in a voice that was strangled； full of the fear that rose off of him in waves。 He scented the air； nostrils flaring。 〃You don't even smell the same。〃
〃What do I smell like？〃 I touched his chest with just my fingertips； not sure what he'd do。 But he didn't pull away。 I pressed my palm over his heart and felt that thick； heavy beat rise against my hand； as if I could have caressed it； like running your hand over the head of a drum。 I knew in that moment what he wanted most of all。 He wanted to die。 Whoever was at the core； whatever was left of who Orlando King had been； he wanted to end it。 He'd been trying to kill himself since the moment he learned he was going to be a werewolf。 He'd never changed his mind。 He just couldn't bring himself to mit suicide； not directly anyway。
I leaned in close to him； pressing our bodies together； lightly； both hands on his chest。 〃I'll help you；〃 I whispered。
〃Help me； how？〃 But his voice was fearful； as if he already knew。
Pain lanced through my chest。 My knees collapsed and Chimera caught me； carefully； in those clawed hands。 I think it was an automatic gesture。 I saw through Richard's eyes for a moment； saw a werehyena snarling in his face； felt the claws ripping through his chest。 The pain was sharp； bones breaking； then numbness； and Richard didn't fight it。 He let the numbness roll over him。 I knew in that instant that Richard wanted to die； or rather he didn't want to live as he was。 The pain had made him reach out for me； but his hands were slow； slow to defend himself。 He would never admit he'd let himself die； but he wanted it； and it made him slow。 Slow enough to have the hyena man carve his chest open like cracking a melon。
Shang…Da was there pulling the hyena off of him； then I was back in my own body； airborne； thrown into the curtain and the alcove beyond。 The curtain cushioned some of the fall； and the last remnants of Richard's numbness made my body limp； so it didn't really hurt。 I lay for a second in a spill of curtain。 My hand brushed outward and hit metal。 I raised the edge of the curtain and found that this alcove was full of weapons。 I'd found the blades。 Chimera had thrown me into them； and the shock of Richard's injury had squelched the ardeur。 My hand closed on a knife that was longer than my forearm。 I raised it to the light and knew silver when I saw it。 The ardeur was gone without my feeding it； and I was armed。 Life was good。
Then I heard the sound of claws； or blades； in flesh； a thick； tearing sound of something sharp going through meat。 You hear the sound often enough； you know what it is。
I could see the hanging men from here； and they were untouched。 My stomach clenched tight and cold； because I knew where Chimera was。 I just didn't know which of them he was cutting up。
I pushed the curtain away from me； started to stand； and Abuta was in front of me。 I kept one hand balled in the curtain and flung it at him。 He did what anyone would do。 He flinched； and I drove the silver blade through the middle of his body； angling up； hunting for the heart。
Abuta screamed； hand reaching back towards where Chimera was cutting up my people。 He said something in a language I didn't understand。 As his body collapsed； I kept twisting the blade trying to find his damn heart； but the blade was stuck on his ribs and wider than my usual knives。 It wouldn't move where I wanted it to go。 I got a glimpse of a golden…colored blur moments before Chimera smashed a hand into me and sent me flying back into the hanging men。 I hit solid； and they cried out； then I was on the ground trying to relearn how to breathe。 His arm had taken me across one shoulder； and it was numb from the impact。
Chimera knelt over the snake man； cradling him in his arms。 Movement turned my gaze towards Micah and Cherry。 The front of Cherry's body was bloody ribbons； as if he'd racked claws down either side of her as deep as he could go； as much damage as he could do in as little time as possible。 Her ruined che