Chapter 13 #3
I stiffened at the names of the two human enforcers who’d been assigned to Roanas’s case, and who’d done absolutely nothing to solve it.
Not only had those two assholes arrested me when they’d found out I had magic, they’d also stolen my crescent knives and chakrams and sold them off.
If the Chief Mage hadn’t tracked my weapons down, I would never have gotten them back.
Following Annia’s gaze, I saw Brin, a tall, muscular man with bronze hair and good looks, and Nila, a petite blonde with huge boobs that probably netted her more bounties than her actual fighting skills.
They were scanning the crowd with watchful eyes, and my heartbeat ratcheted up as I realized what would happen if they saw Annia.
“Do something!” she hissed in my ear. “Give me a disguise, like you did with Lakin.”
"Okay." I scooted myself closer to Annia and snuggled in, nuzzling her neck with my nose. The smelled of patchouli and soap teased my nostrils as I reached for my magic and murmured the Words of the illusion spell. I couldn’t change Annia’s appearance completely, not in the middle of a crowd like this, so I focused on the little things, making her a little shorter, a little thicker in the waist and thighs, and dulling her features so that they weren’t so attractive.
For good measure, I gave her a slightly bulbous nose and pudgy cheeks.
“What exactly did you do to me?”
“I just made you look like your older, unattractive sister. If you had one, that is.”
“Great.”
“Just pretend to be from out of town somewhere if you talk to them.”
“They’ve got to be paid off somehow,” Annia murmured as she turned her face to bury it in my hair. “I’m sure they’re not just here for fun, judging by the way they’re surveying the room. They’re making sure no one’s here who isn’t supposed to be.”
“Oi.” A gruff voice caught our attention. “You taking bets?”
We glanced down to see the bookie standing just below us, his leather book clutched in his hand as he stared up at us expectantly.
My jaw clenched at the idea of putting money down on the lives of any of those caged shifters, but I knew we had to or we would look suspicious, so I turned my attention back toward the cages, studying the “contestants”.
At this distance I couldn’t tell what all of them were, but I knew they were all predators of some kind – I spotted a wolf, a tiger and a lion amongst the bunch.
“I don’t think we got a line-up of the fights,” Annia said coolly, holding out a hand.
The bookie’s eyes narrowed, but he dug into his pocket and pulled out a list, then handed it to Annia.
Lakin and I leaned in so we could scan the matches – five total.
I let out a little sigh of relief – this wasn’t an elimination contest. I wasn’t sure if I could manage to sit through that many fights.
Annia put her bet on the gray wolf in “wolf vs. lion”, and Lakin decided to back the wolverine going up against the grizzly bear.
“You gonna place a bet?” the bookie asked me.
“Oh I don’t like betting.” I giggled, leaning my shoulder against Annia’s and batting my lashes at the man. “I’ve never really been good with odds. I leave that sort of thing to her.” I squeezed Annia’s arm.
“Suit yourself.” The bookie shrugged, then closed his book and moved off.
I sighed in relief as I watched him walk away, partially because I didn’t have to bet and also because I really didn’t have any money to put down anyway.
“You seem to be getting pretty good at playing the bimbo card,” Annia teased me under her breath.
My lips quirked up in a brief smile. “It’s the only card I’ve got at my disposal right now, so I may as well take advantage of it.”
The announcer, a skinny man in a flashy green suit with a shock of bright orange hair, got up onto his podium and picked up his microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Shifter Royale!” he cried, and the crowd went wild.
I forced myself to clap and cheer with all the others, and Annia and Lakin followed suit.
“Thank you all for coming tonight! We’ve got a fantastic line-up for you this evening, so I hope you’ve all placed your bets. Are you ready to get started?”
“YEAHHHH!” The audience shouted, and I fought the urge to clap my hands over my ears at the deafening roar.
“Then let’s begin! First up, a real classic here at the Shifter Royale – Grizzly Bear versus Polar Bear!”
I watched as two of the cages were opened, and the shifters were dragged out.
They tried to bite and snap at their handlers, but the humans who pulled them from their cages were well trained – they used a strange clamping device to grab the shifters by their throats and drag them out, and then each shifter was grabbed by two humans, with four more standing by as backup, and hauled to doors on opposite sides of the ring.
It wasn’t until the shifters were inside that the humans unlocked their handcuffs, and then beat a hasty retreat as the shifters instantly started changing.
My heart pounded as I watched the white light engulfing the two males as their shapes stretched and reformed, until two hulking bears stood on opposite ends of the ring.
They both let out eardrum-shattering roars, then charged each other, battle fever raging in their bloodshot eyes.
Claws sank into fur as the bears grappled for the upper hand, their heads twisting as they tried to bite each other.
The polar bear managed to get his maw around the grizzly’s more accessible ear, and the tang of blood laced the air as he ripped at it with his fangs.
The grizzly roared again, struggling, but the pain threw him off balance and he toppled to the ground, the polar bear on top of him.
It wasn’t long before the polar bear clamped his jaw around the grizzly’s neck, teeth sinking into the thick fur as he tried to tear out his opponent’s windpipe.
“And we have a winner!” the announcer cried. “Polar bear comes out on top!” The crowd went wild, a mixture of cheers and boos, and I clenched my fists – that polar bear was going to kill the grizzly if someone didn’t do something!
Thankfully, someone did – the announcer made a gesture, and two humans came forward, both holding some kind of long, tubular device.
They pointed them at the bears and shot them with some kind of dart.
Instantly, both bears went limp, collapsing against the stained white surface of the ring, and to my shock, white light enveloped them as they shifted back to human form.
“What the fuck?” Annia muttered as we watched several humans rush into the ring so they could re-cuff the shifters and drag them back to their respective cages. “How the hell did they manage to force unconscious shifters to change?”
“It’s got to be some kind of magic,” I hissed, unable to hold back my glare as I stared at the now-empty ring. “There’s no way some drug did that on its own. There’s a mage involved somewhere.”
Just like there’d been a mage involved in the Resistance’s attack on the bridge. One strong enough to strip away the wards.
I froze as I considered that. The substance they’d used to attach the bomb to the underside of the bridge had been magical in nature, just like whatever the humans had just injected those shifters with.
It was one thing for humans to use charms and potions, but the magic involved at the bridge and the injections given to those shifters were really powerful and sophisticated.
What mage of that stature would be willing to work with humans like this?
Was it possible the same mage that had been involved in the attack on the bridge was also involved with this?
I couldn’t see respectable mages working for the Resistance, but it was possible they might have roped in some renegade who was unhappy with the current regime.
I supposed it could also be a witch, but if that were the case they would have to be an unusually powerful one.
“This is disgusting,” Lakin spat, disturbing my train of thought. “I can’t believe we’re just sitting here and watching this happen!” A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“We could always try talking to them,” I said dubiously as I glanced at the maddened shifters snarling in their cages. “Maybe get some information that could help us stop this”.
“Already tried that,” Lakin growled. “They’re unresponsive, the lot of them. Full of blood lust.”
For three more fights, we watched shifter after shifter get thrown into that horrible cage and forced to fight each other.
The drugs pumping through their system made them ferocious – they didn’t even think twice about attacking each other once they were free of their shackles and thrown into the ring.
The humans ate it up of course – they shouted and cheered and threw popcorn and apple cores at the shifters, as if the beasts fighting in the cage weren’t living, breathing beings that deserved respect and freedom.
It made me sick to my stomach, both the inhumanity of the situation and the effort it took to hold back the emotion that kept trying to burst out of me.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer cried after the last two shifters – a cougar and a wolf – were dragged off the stage and returned to their cages. “And now for our final match, I offer you a treat! Lion versus tiger, in a fight to the death!”