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Silver Chains	By : outlawblue Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 3137 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Silver Chains
- 2-A plan is born
- 3-Strategies
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-a new threat
- 6-chpter 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-chp8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-chp 10
- 11-11
- 12-chapter 12
- 13-13
- 14-chp 14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-final chapter
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Shang-Da sat in the driver’s seat of the jeep with Jamil beside him and Jason in the back. They were tired and dejected, their night of hunting for their Ulfric turning up nothing. Jamil and Shang-Da, who had not seen the videos, were debating on whether there was any point in continuing to look until they had some more information. St. Louis and its surrounding communities covered a lot of eastern Missouri.

“We really need to keep looking,” Jason spoke up carefully, not wanting to anger the two alphas in front of him. If they thought he was implying they weren’t trying hard enough, they could hurt him.

Looking in the rear view mirror, shades hiding his eyes, Shang-Da asked, “What do you suggest? I think everyone has crashed for the morning.”

“Really,” Jamil agreed, fatigue dragging him down as well. Digging a map out from under his seat, he looked at it a moment and then said, “We covered over two hundred square miles last night. We can honestly say Richard is not there.”

“I just don’t like the idea of us not finding Richard,” Jason remarked wearily, his voice heavy with dejection. He had never been introduced to Niley but he remembered seeing him down in Tennessee. Not good at all.

“Like I said, what do you suggest?” Shang-Da repeated. He couldn’t fault Jason’s loyalty to the Ulfric, but without a plan, driving around looking was just wasting gas.

“Let’s go back to Anita’s,” Jason finally said, a touch of wishful thinking in his voice. “Maybe she’s heard something new.”

“Or maybe she’s asleep,” Jamil said with a very heavy sigh and stuffed the map back under his seat. “Still if someone knows anything, it will be her.”

“What about that GPS unit you’ve been playing with all night?” Shang-Da asked as he started the jeep back up and turned it around.

“Everyone has reported in and retired for the day,” Jamil answered and slumped back in his seat with his eyes closed. Shang-Da just had more stamina than he had no shame in admitting that. A short nap and he would be fine. Jason slumped in the rear seat, but he didn’t want to take a nap. He wanted to keep looking for Richard before word got out among surrounding packs that he was missing. Even when Richard was suffering from his darkest depression, he had been too powerful to fuck with.

Shang-Da drove across the railroad tracks and turned down a residential street that was basically empty, all of the inhabitants off to work or not yet awake. One of the older neighborhoods, it was lined with oaks and elms and even a stray sycamore. The heat of the day was not yet upon them, so a few birds were singing. He was half way down the street when something started shimmering in front of him, something that was trying to take shape.

“Wake up,” he told Jamil as he stopped the jeep. Jason sat forward behind him, his eyes fixed on the shimmering waves that were trying to turn into something else.

“What is that?” he asked, a flicker of fear crawling up his back as a shape slowly formed in front of them, only it wasn’t one shape; it was two. “This is not good,” he muttered to himself as a man or something that looked like a man if a man could have a raven’s head appeared in front of them. Beside him stood one big black bad ass wolf. Whatever was facing them down had a sword his hand; Jason was just guessing that this thing was a he.

Shang-Da and Jamil climbed out of the jeep, their human hands already slipping skin and exposing the clawed hands of two very powerful alpha males. Jason climbed out behind them, but he could not make a partial shift. If he ever started the change, he would have to continue to the end, but he did not want to be seen as a werewolf in broad daylight if he could help it. So he carried the pistol that Shang-Da had given him the night before.

“The things you see when you least expect it,” Jamil remarked caustically and glanced at Shang-Da who had gone into his battle mode. The Chinese werewolf was not going to say anything unless absolutely essentially. He glanced back at Jason, and with just that glance, he made the younger werewolf stay put. Jason would not be useful if it came down to a fight between them and that thing.
To know a demon’s name gave you some power over it, but neither Jamil nor Shang-Da were versed enough in demonology to name it. Jason, standing at the Jeep, his heart pounding in his throat, wanted to help Jamil and Shang-Da, but if they didn’t want him to fight, then maybe there was some other way to help.

He reached back under the front seat and pulled out Jamil’s cell phone and pounded Anita’s number into it. Glancing back he watched in horror as the black wolf charged Jamil. The werewolf slashed at the demon wolf as it leaped forward and land on top him.

“Come on! Come on!” Jason hissed as the monster approached Shang-Da. “Please, someone pick up!”

“Hello?’ a female voice finally answered.

“Cherry!” Jason practically shouted. “Cherry I need to know the name of a demon. It looks like a man but has the head of a crow. Hangs out with a big black wolf!”

Perhaps she could hear the panic in his voice, but Cherry didn’t ask any stupid questions. She simply said, “Hold on,” and set the phone down on the kitchen counter. Jason stared wild eyed as Jamil and the wolf rose on their hind feet and savaged each other, the werewolf now fully changed, his teeth ripping into the demon’s body.

Shang-Da came up with a powerful round house kick that knocked the demon backwards but not back far enough. It swung the long sword and cut through Shang-Da’s shirt, biting into flesh and drawing blood. The werewolf snarled viciously but did not let himself be baited into blindly charging the thing.

“Jason, are you still there?” Cherry returned to him.

Jason wanted to ask, where the fuck would I go, but he held his tongue and said, “Yes. What did you find out?”

“Andras, sows of discord,” Cherry answered. “Black wolf and a raven’s head.”

“That’s him!” Jason shouted excitedly. Slamming the case shut without saying good-bye, he threw it in the seat ran towards Shang-Da. “Andras!” he shouted at him. “His name is Andras!”

The demon hissed an awful sound that was part human part raven, and it lunged at the young werewolf, who suddenly froze in horror as the great sword bore down on him. Shang-Da struck, his clawed hands shredding the demon’s chain mail breastplate, but he was not quick enough to keep the demon from striking Jason, the blade biting deep in it’s drive down through the young wolf’s body. A man would have died instantly; Jason collapsed on the concrete.

Shang-Da was now behind the demon, whose sword was momentarily held by the young wolf’s body, and with a great slash, he ripped into the demon’s throat. “Die Andras! “he snarled and brought his other clawed hand back around in a second wound opening slash. He would rip out the demon’s throat if he could.

The demon wrenched his sword free of Jason’s body and opened a terrible wound in the young werewolf. Ignoring Jason, he staring at the powerful werewolf who was moving in to exact more damage. Andras would not be easily killed or destroyed, but neither would the werewolves. In a movement that mirrored his arrival, the demon faded before anything else could happen.

Shang-Da waited a moment to make sure the demon was really gone before kneeling beside Jason to see about him. “I told you to stay by the jeep,” he growled softly as Jamil crawled over to him and sniffed the boy’s body. With an inquisitive tongue, he licked the blood off Jason’s shoulder.

“Look at me,” Shang-Da told Jamil. Using both of their powers, they returned Jamil to his human shape. Now they had to carry Jason back to the jeep and get him to Anita’s quickly. Jamil sat in the backseat and held the blond werewolf while Shang-Da played keep away with the St. Louis traffic cops. They didn’t have time to get a speeding ticket or try to explain why Jason was losing so much blood or why they weren’t taking him to a human hospital.

Just to make sure someone was awake and expecting them, Jamil called Anita’s and almost instantly got Cherry on the line. She was horrified to hear that Jason was seriously hurt. He could hear her yelling for Anita before he hung up on her. Anita wasn’t going to like this, but they didn’t know what else to do.

Anita wasn’t angry when they showed up; she was afraid. Jamil was badly scratched himself, but he would heal in short time. Jason was too hurt to shape shift. Dr. Lillian, who had been called by Nathaniel, pulled into the driveway shortly after the werewolves had arrived. Like most of the wererats, she had helped look for Richard the previous night and was tired, but very few were sleeping right now. If anything happened to the Ulfric, there would be a slaughter within the werewolf ranks that would spill over into the lives of the other weres.

Shang-Da carried Jason into the house and placed him in Anita’s bed; she wouldn’t need it anymore today or tonight. Anita’s leopards stared through the open door as the wolves stripped the blond werewolf and made him comfortable. Dr. Lillian and Anita waited and tried not to openly gasp when they saw Jason’s wound.

Dr. Lillian sat on the bed beside Jason and studied the wound carefully. A sword or knife of some kind had been driven straight into his body from above with enough force to do some serious damage. “A demon did this?” she asked and looked up at Shang-Da and Jamil.

“Andras,” Cherry called from the open door. If the two bigger werewolves had not been there, she would have been on the bed with Dr. Lillian trying to help.

Jamil frowned at her and then said, “That’s right.”

Dr. Lillian clucked softly and went to work on Jason’s wounds. Because he was unconscious, there wasn’t a whole lot more they could do. He was going to be in a great deal of pain until he had a chance to shift, but Lillian was confident the young wolf was not going to die.

The imp frowned and huddled in his corner on the shelf as the witch from Chicago peered down at the Ulfric. He was a strange looking man with pink on pink eyes, dreadlocks and teeth that had been filed down to points. Pieces of wolf fur, a bear claw, a necklace of elk teeth marked him as some sort of animal shaman, and his power was strong enough that it radiated off him like too much heat on a July day. He smiled and ran his hand down Richard’s unconscious body.

“I would prefer you didn’t do that,” Niley growled at the man.

“Why?” the witch asked and looked up, his pink eyes reminding the imp more of a boar than a man. Pig eyes. That’s what he had, pig eyes. “I understand he’s to be slaughtered along with the Executioner.”

“Maybe,” Niley responded, still holding out hope he could keep Richard as a pet.

The witch looked back down at the werewolf and smiled again. So much power, so hot it burned his palms as he ran them down the golden body. “When we kill him, I want his heart. testicles and penis as a part of my payment.”

“Why?” Niley demanded sharply and glared at the witch.

“High magic,” the imp muttered to himself. “Possess what makes the Ulfric special, and you become special yourself.”
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