An: So sorry for the long wait! Hopefully this chapter will be worth your patience!

From now on my story is read and checked by my awesome beta – youngandobsessed – who agreed to sprinkle her magic into my writing and make it readable :D. Of course all the remaining mistakes are still mine haha. Now, onto the story...

Chapter 11

Was it few days, weeks, or months? Kurt wasn't really sure how long he occupied his room for. After all, outside had nothing to offer to him – he could spend as much time in his own bedroom as he wanted and his meals were brought to him.

The only thing he missed was some sort of conversation with someone. He regretted shouting for the guards to capture Rory the moment the word "Spy" left his mouth, but he couldn't take it back now. Not with his mother already convinced he whored himself out to the enemy. So, Rory was currently occupying a cold cell in the castle and Kurt spent a lot of time convincing himself that it was a suitable punishment – after all he decided to betray him, even after knowing him for five years! I should've allowed him to be captured in the first place all that time ago, thought Kurt, pressing his lips together tightly.

The only person willing to talk to Kurt was Ingolf. During every visit – and he tried to visit daily – he passed on news regarding the conflict with the Free Narnian Resistance. And there was a lot to tell. The Resistance gave up hiding and established a military camp – proudly calling itself Aslan's Camp – close to the enchanted ancient castle Cair Paravel. The call from Susan's Horn had gathered there every animal and creature from the country in one place, making it very difficult to attack with current size of Jadis' military forces.

"This drives Maugrim crazy." Ingolf couldn't hide his smirk, he found himself losing a lot of respect for his alpha day by day. He probably had too much alpha in himself. "His old enemy, Puck, in plain sight and he can't do anything about it. Her Majesty forbade any actions until she manages to contact every allied clan to join the conflict."

"Anything about the humans?" Kurt tried to act nonchalant.

Ingolf shook his head "They keep them inside the camp. Wisely."

The witchling slowly chewed his meat. He had prolonged his meal to gain as much information from Ingolf as possible. So far the queen hadn't included her son in her actions, but he knew she didn't forgive or forget easily.

"Your Highn...Kurt" started Ingolf. Kurt insisted he called him by his name. Do I try to make him a replacement for Rory already? For all I know he could be passing everything I say to Maugrim. "Are you sure you don't want to look outside the window, Kurt? You are so curious about what has happened lately, yet you refuse to see the changes yourself!"

And there were a lot of changes. It seemed the land itself had heard Susan's Horn and woke up. The forest was already green and blooming, the snow melted and forgotten. The air was fresh and warm. However, Kurt knew that if he saw the spring with his own eyes he would remember his last conversation with Blaine and he wasn't ready to face that yet.

"I won't go and see until I need to." The witchling said sternly.

It would happen soon however, that evening he was visited by Maugrim with an order from the queen to come to the throne room.

The queen stood up stiffly from her throne. She wore a draped snow white dress as if she was desperately clinging to her winter. Her hand gripped the wand tightly as she moved toward her son. Kurt had seen such a tangible malice on his mother's face only once in his life. I hadn't ended well then.

"Kurt," her voice sounded like shattered glass, "I think you have spent enough time in your room. I can't just wait for my allies to assemble while these Narnians create an army for themselves. I need you to go to the As... to the Resistance Camp and destroy it from the inside as my spy. I need all information I can get – numbers, strategy, weaknesses."

Kurt laughed bitterly despite the fear washing over him. "And how am I to do that? After what you and Maugrim did I'm their biggest enemy. They will kill me the moment they see me."

"You did sleep with one of them," said Maugrim. Kurt never really corrected him on what happened that night, so everyone had assumed the worst, of course.

"I'm willing to take that risk," continued Jadis. "I have no other use for you at the moment. Although I don't know if I can even trust you, I am pretty sure of one thing." she revealed her teeth with a predatory smile "You want revenge on your human. I can give you an opportunity for that."

Kurt fell into silence. She had a point – he needed to see Blaine one more time. To make sure the human would suffer the same amount of betrayal as he did. To... he didn't know what exactly he wanted to do, but he could improvise. There was a one problem, though.

"How am I supposed to convince them to let me near Bl... that human?"

The queen relaxed - this was going well. "The important thing is to let him be the first one to see you – that will be taken care of. We stage Maugrim attacking you and let your human be the knight in shining armour by saving you."

"And what if he calls for the other Narnians?"

"He either won't let them hurt you, or..." the queen smiled. "In any case, Maugrim can be fast enough to get out of there if needed." She didn't say if Kurt was included in the escape plan.

That was the most unreliable plan Kurt had ever heard, but that way he would get to see Blaine. "When am I leaving?" he asked.

"Tomorrow, at noon. We need your human to see and recognize you. You may leave now."

Kurt exited the throne room quickly, not bothering himself with bowing to the queen. He had to prepare mentally for tomorrow. And plan his outfit.

Maugrim watched as the Prince disappeared behind the huge crystal door. "You didn't tell him what is to happen if the human comes alone, not followed by his soldiers, Your Majesty."

" Bait, spy or traitor; he doesn't need to know all the roles he is supposed to be playing to play his part well. I am bound to succeed one way or another, regardless of what the Narnians or Aslan will do."

"Very versatile thinking, Your Majesty" agreed Maugrim.

"And then I will bring upon them the worst winter they have ever seen."

Kurt detested riding on Maugrim, and he only found comfort in the fact that Maugrim felt the same. They both had no choice though – it was the quickest way to get to Aslan's Camp. The witchling tried to distract himself with how much the forest had changed with the arrival of spring. It was quite easy to do with all the new kinds of flowers and colours surrounding him that he hadn't even seen in his books. It was as if the whole land became more alive. The buzzing of the bees, the happy chirping of birds, the sweet smell of flowers and grass, the spots of sun playing on their path from between the tops of the trees... These new sights, scents and sounds were attacking Kurt from all directions, overwhelming him and making him forget for a moment what he was doing there. And all this beauty is the sign of our doom? He wondered.

Their journey stopped abruptly at the north edge of the Dancing Lawn, near the banks of the Beruna river. Thit way they were close to the Camp, while still hidden amongst the trees. Kurt slid down from the wolf as Maugrim sniffed the ground.

"This reminds me of some good times here," he said almost happily. "It was so close to here that I killed a human boy. His heart was particularly delicious."

Kurt's heart started beating faster. Maugrim's voice sounded longing... But if anyone would punish Blaine for his lies and mere existence, it would be Kurt.

"You better stick to the plan. We are here to infiltrate, not to assassinate." He threatened while struggling with the opening of his pouch. From the bag slinked out a shiny salamander. Its shifty eyes nervously looked from Kurt to the wolf.

"Okay. We went through this, Sig." barked Maugrim, not doing much to calm the lizard. "You go there. Find the short dark-haired curly boy. Tell him his boy-toy..." Kurt cringed hearing this "... his boy-toy needs help. Immediately. And you lead him here."

"Are you sure they can't smell me?" squeaked Sig.

"I'm sure. They don't have any wolves, and out of two foxes they had, one is decorating Queen's garden and the other one sits in prison." Sid nodded, slightly less nervous.

"Wait!" Kurt reached to his neck and untied the thin chain with his pendant on it. He wasn't quite sure why he hadn't throw it out. Probably because the stone was too pretty to dispose of. "Take this and show it to him. This should make him come more easily." He wrapped the chain around Sig's body, the ambery pendant catching the sunlight.

The salamander disappeared stealthily into the grass. If it wasn't for Maugrim's nose, they wouldn't be sure he had gone in the right direction.

"Sig is an idiot, but obedient idiot." Said Maugrim sitting down on the ground, focused on the scents coming from Aslan's Camp.

After a while, the wolf flashed a toothy smile. "Perfect, it seems the boy's taken the hook." His nose twitched. "I can't smell anyone else following, so it means he's coming alone... so gullible...Perfect."

Blaine is coming. Blaine is coming, raced through Kurt's head. Alone.

"Maugrim, we need to prepare." He spoke cautiously. "So you corner me and then run away when..."

Maugrim growled – it sounded like a mocking laughter now "Oh, Your Majesty. Firstly, if he's coming alone, why exactly should I run? I often wondered myself, what would happen if I ate another human heart... I think the queen forgot to mention that little clause in the plan to you..."

"What are you talking about!?" Kurt's mind flooded with images of an injured and bloodied Blaine.

"All that I'm saying is I now have an opportunity to nullify the prophecy by getting rid of one of..." he stopped abruptly, frowning as his nose wrinkled. "Damnation! He stopped!"

"Stopped?"

"He's... he's going back?" Maugrim became furious, that was bad. "That stupid Sig must've either spilled or your human grew suspicious." The wolf looked at Kurt "What are you waiting for? Scream for help! He probably thinks it's a hoax and that you are not even here."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Really? After what you told me about the 'new plan'?"

Maugrim growled, enraged."Didn't you plan on killing him anyway?"

"I..." Kurt trailed off, speechless.

"Oh, for the..." Maugrim didn't waste any more time quarrelling. He jerked his head toward Kurt at an arrow's speed. His teeth sunk into the witchling's thigh, breaking through the soft skin and tasting the blood flowing beneath. The sudden shock and pain soaring through his body didn't allow Kurt to think straight.

He screamed.

The more logical part of Blaine's brain was sure this was some kind of a trap. The lizard looked too swishy to have good intentions, although the boy desperately wanted everything he heard about Kurt needing his help to be true. And there was the pendant, now safe in his hand. All his thoughts and suspicions disappeared when Blaine heard the shrill scream, piercing through the trees straight to his heart.

"Kurt!" gasped Blaine and sprinted in the voice's direction.

When he arrived at the small clearing he was suddenly torn between jumping forward and running away. Kurt was there, half lying supported by a tree. His fitted pants were ripped on his left thigh and covered in a frightening amount of blood. Red blood, registered Blaine's brain for some reason. The witchling was looking at the boy with eyes wide open, their blue colour clouded by fear and fury however. He knows!, realized Blaine, but couldn't focus on the problem much longer, because there was someone else in the clearing. The enormous wolf had raven-black fur and red-hued eyes. Blood was dripping from his teeth, his tongue licking at it with satisfaction.

Blaine automatically drew his sword – he thanked God he had it with him - gripping the hilt with both hands and aiming the tip at the wolf's throat.

Maugrim barked out with laughter. "We finally meet, little boy. At least you know which end is the pointy one, unlike a human meatbag I once ate. Not that it changes the outcome of our meeting."

Blaine had his eye focused on wolf's silhouette, but tried to ignore the taunting. "Kurt! Are you alright?!" he shouted.

Alright? With a gash on my leg? Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm alive. But I really wish you could finish this quickly." He panted, feeling his consciousness dissolving. Maugrim didn't have to bite that deep...

"Oh, this should go quickly." snarled the wolf general, circling Blaine and waiting for a moment of weakness in boy's defence. "And then I expect to feast on his delicious flesh. Mind you, yours was surprisingly sweet too, Prince." He licked the last red drops from his teeth.

Kurt could see the muscles flexing beneath wolf's skin. He had seen Maugrim in action before and knew that Blaine had no chance. Most of the creatures he knew didn't. At the same time the wolf liked to play, meaning Kurt was about to face a slow butchery. He patted the tunic he wore, searching for his bottle of magic. It was there, tied safely to the leather belt. He could either use it to finish Blaine quickly or help him to kill Maugrim, which was still a long shot.

Before he could decide, however, the wolf leapt forward.

Next chapter: Aslan's order