Author's note: Well, hello Ty fans! I thought I might as well put a note of mine in here someplace, so here I am. I just wanted to say thank you so much for reading and great reviews, you guys are the best. If you have any questions or anything, please email me at . I'll try to post more often, really, its just I've been having real writer's block for a while and now I'm finally rid of it. And I want to apologize to you all for what happened to Sabi. I have posted this story in other places too, so I know some of you may want to chop my head right off for what happened to her. I apologize. Ty is just another personality bouncing in my head making it hard for me to avoid migraines, she tells me the story and I write it down. So please don't hate me, cause if you do now, you have no idea how much you're going to hate me later…
Now back to Ty. See you girls and boys!
The pack heard the howl and its meaning, as well as the Tehea's order. The dropped whatever they were doing and dashed to her, the howl leading them. As they followed it, so did many others. They crowded around a peculiar house to find several dark figures trying to force their way in.
"Should we warn Ty?" Otian shouted at them as his long legs pumped in the house's direction.
Terry grinned. "They're the ones who'll need the warning."
About half a dozen figures burst through the door and ran up the stairs as the pack got to the edge of the street where the house was located. Terry grinned, the Stallion in him taking over, then nodded to Otian. He grinned too as they took the lead. Leej took the rear. Mel and Kehel took the flanks.
"Right!" shouted Mel.
Kehel took left, then looked to his sides before throwing himself at the wall and climbing skillfully until he met a window. Taking hold of a beam, he swung back and forth once before putting all his weight on his legs and bursting through the glass.
"This way!"
He ran through the room he had entered, took a left turn and saw a flash of a shadow. He pounced on it, then the room it was in. he knew he's found her know: Ty was never more than a shadow on the Hunt.
"That's not Sabi," commented Leej. The heard steps coming up the stairs. Terry threw Mel and Ty a glance. They took their positions.
"Kehel—the girl. My room. Leej—"
"I know. I'm on it."
Kehel took the child, Leej ran to the window and climbed down. As the shapes came higher into the house, cursing loudly, Ty sent up a war cry, taking from her boots her special knives.
Kehel looked at the window, briefly contemplated that knights were not meant to do this kind of thing, and jumped out of it.
As he fell he struck out an arm to hang on to a beam that connected one house to the next. It hurt his arm and he ignored it. The child stirred and shouts came from up in the room. He fell to the floor, knees bent, then bolted down the street.
Turning a corner, he saw Leej, the fastest of them, running off in the other direction with about half a town chasing him. He grinned at Kehel. He nodded and dashed for the palace gates.
Back in the room, the strangers were on them. Ty's eyes were slitted as she crouched. Then leapt at the first to come up the stairs. Poor bloke—never know what hit him. Her arms marked a great X as they slit his throat and she burst the butts of them back on the sides of another's skull. Then she kicked off the doorway and to the ceiling.
They flooded the room. Bust.
Ty grinned. A crowd had gathered under her. She glanced to her sides, saw she had the beams she needed, then dropped enough to brace her arms on one of the lower beams. She swung left—one concussion—right—two concussions—then forward—hemorrhage—and swung back to the higher beams above.
Terry grinned as he kicked one of his attackers in the groin. His Tehea always put on a show. Warn the King's Own to be careful of felines would make the top of his to-do list once his Ordeal was over.
Crowd them in the middle, Ty asked the boys. Mel grinned and swung his sword forward, making his opponents step backward to the center of the room. Terry braced his hands on the floor and kicked the mass charging him right into the middle of the room.
Then Ty dropped from the ceiling. Another cry and twenty forms hit the ground. Terry came over to check if there were any that would get up.
Then his blood turned to ice. Twenty pairs of blank eyes looked back at him, no life in any of them.
As Ty panted, Mel came over by Terry and gaped, his jaw dropping. Terry barely caught sight of Ty growling, teeth bared as she looked at herself covered in blood as he saw the wounds of the men dead under him.
Then he retched.
He looked again, his face pale, his cheeks red and his entire body coated in sweat. The men below his gaze had three deep gashes in them, each bleeding profusely: one at the throat, one in the ribs, and one in the groin.
They didn't look knife-inflicted.
He didn't think it through. He should have, but he didn't. He just strode over to the snarling Ty, ignoring the sound of hooves coming from down the street, and took hold of her hands from behind. She swung around to attack him and he pinned her to the wall by kicking her in the ribs, her bones giving loud cracks, as he turned her hands up to his eyes.
Then he stared.
Her hands were covered in blood, as though she had dipped them into a pool of it. There were pieces of tissue under her fingernails. He looked up into her eyes, trying to see through the reflection of the carnage in them to the page he knew.
Her eyes were slits. Her growl faded slowly as he pinned her in position, then became glazed over as the sound of the King's Own approaching reached her ears.