Black Howl by Christina Henry Page A

another look at the cubs, then glanced at me.
    “Don’t even think about it,” I whispered angrily. “Do you want to save their lives or do you want revenge?”
    Jude growled something that sounded like, “Why not both?” but joined the group with obvious reluctance.
    I outlined what I thought would be the best course of action given our limited numbers. They all nodded, even Jude.
    Samiel stepped forward, to the edge of the precipice, and spread his wings wide. It was a mark of how disengaged the demons were that they didn’t notice a tall blond angel ready to take flight right at their doorstep.
    I stood behind Samiel, Gabriel at my shoulder. Reaching inside me, I found the flickering candle that was the source of my magic. A blue ball of nightfire appeared, floating abovethe snake on my right palm. Beside me, Gabriel readied the same spell.
    I tapped Samiel once on the shoulder. He took flight, arrowing over the heads of the cubs and straight toward the other entranceway.
    The snoozing demon suddenly open his half-closed lids wide and the front legs of the chair slammed into the ground. He never had a chance to cry out. I hit him in the chest with nightfire and he burst into a riot of blue flames.
    His equally lazy compatriots tried to rise to their feet, to turn and fight, but Gabriel took out one and I the other. The three of them were nothing but ash by the time Samiel landed in the doorway at the other end. He turned to us and made an “okay” sign with his fingers, indicating that the alarm had not been raised.
    The rest of us ran down the ramp to the floor of the cavern and began untying the cubs. The children didn’t indicate that they were even aware of our actions.
    Some of them slumped in exhaustion as the bonds that held them upright released their limbs, but they all continued to stare into the light pulses as though under a spell, even after we removed the tape from their eyes. None of us could find an off switch for the devices.
    Jude gently shook the shoulder of one of the older boys. “Kieran? Wake up. It’s Jude.”
    “Do you think it’s safe to just lift them away from the cameras?” I asked Gabriel.
    He frowned. “I do not know. They seem to be under some sort of compulsion. I am afraid that if we did such a thing, we might damage their minds.”
    “We can’t stay here,” I said, watching Jude grow increasingly frustrated as he approached each child, called him orher by name, and received no response. “I’m sure there are other guards here, and I don’t want to try to battle a demon horde while protecting twenty cubs.”
    “Perhaps if we try to cover their eyes?” suggested Nathaniel. “First one, then the other. Maybe it will break the hold gradually.”
    “Or maybe,” Jude growled, pulling away from another unresponsive child in anger, “we should just break the fucking things.”
    He kicked the camera that was nearest to him even as I cried out, “No!”
    The falling camera knocked over the rest of the machines in the row like a cascade of dominoes. The effect on the cubs was immediate. They all began to scream in unison, high-pitched wails that grew louder and louder.
    There was a clatter of noise from beyond the cavern, the sounds of dozens of clawed feet clicking on the surface of rock, the angry, harsh cries of demon curses.
    “Great,” I said to Jude. “Just great. Come on, let’s get them out of here before we’re overrun.”
    Samiel stayed at the door and readied his nightfire. He still preferred to use his fists over his magic but he was a very fast learner. In some ways he was much more adept than I, and I’d had years of practice using my magic as an Agent.
    Nathaniel scooped two cubs under his arms. As soon as the children were separated from the pulse of the machines, they went stiff and began screaming.
    “Just get them up into the caves!” I shouted. “Nathaniel, you help me collect the kids. Gabriel, you help Samiel hold off the demons.”
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