I'm left alone in Onyx's bedroom at the Nightclub, facing his sleeping, pale queen; Silvia.

I stand at the side of her bed, looking down at her sleeping with her hands clasped over her middle like she's dead.

I'm just staring at her face, blonde hair spread out behind her, caked with blood, she also has red smeared in her eye lashes and in the sides of her ears, but her chest rises and falls. So... she's alive, she's just badly hurt.

Heat washes into the room immediately as a door creaks open.

"The door is open for your mate to come trade for you."

Onyx drawls.

He's back.

I turn to see him having to hunch over slightly to fit his massive beast's body in this room without knocking into the ceiling.

"They're all welcome now," Onyx grins slowly at me, showing me his fangs.

He looks like a killing machine ready to take them all on.

"What if I don't want to go back?" I ask him seriously, my lip wobbling a little.

Onyx stops grinning so wide and loses any remaining smirk, instead tilting his head as he walks forward and shifts.

Oh my... I had never seen a Lycan shift before.

The Angel Killers couldn't – they were only a beast.

But Onyx becomes a naked, tall young man, with black hair and red eyes. I'm a little shocked.

He walks right up to me but doesn't intrude on my personal space, he just walks to the end of the bed, as I stand at it's side.

He glances over Silvia and then glances at me.

"I have to trade you," Onyx explains, in his velvet human voice, deep but smoothly mortal. I get a slight shiver down my spine. I could hear him talk forever, "But if you want to escape later, come to this address and I'll hide you from him," Onyx turns from my confused expression to go to a black draw.

Pulling it out, he finds business cards.

He comes over to me, to show me the card and the address.

"I can't give this to you for obvious reasons, I'm undercover at this address to help those who want to be... saved..." he lets me read the card.

My eyes keep reading over it.

I can't believe this demon is also a mortal catholic priest at St. Michael's Cathedral and he is called Father Oswald. Hottest priest of the century, much? I don't know why I think that. On to business...

"How would you hide me?" I ask him, seriously.

"I'd make you a nun," Onyx doesn't even smirk or laugh, it's not a joke to him.

"Lyrian will get into my head and find this information," I warn him.

"Then let me help," Onyx holds out his hand for my cheek, palm held out to the side.

I step around the corner of the bed and hesitantly get closer to his hand.

I only shuffle a bit closer and Onyx moves in the rest of the way, the touch of his hand cups against side of my cheek, he runs it back into my hair and then lays his thumb on my temple.

"Magic?" I whisper.

Onyx now smiles wickedly.

And shakes his head.

"You're going to fold that information away, fold it in half... put it into a filing cabinet only you have the key to – using that key, to show anyone, other than yourself will result in one outcome," Onyx moves his face down toward mine, "I'll gut you."

I immediately pull away from him.

"That wasn't magic," I blurt out, balling my hands into fists, "And I don't know how you can offer to help me and simultaneously threaten to... kill me," I can't even repeat his demonic sentence that so easily floated off his tongue.

Onyx's eyes travel over me, and then they flicker back to my terrified gaze.

"That wasn't magic, that was just the truth – and the truth is the kind of key no demon can take. Lyrian can't force you to lie, even if he suspects you are hiding a key piece of information from him, you will respond with a soul-truth, you'll say you have nothing to tell... because your fear of the repercussion, is heavier to pay, then telling him – and subsequently dying by my promise," Onyx walks around me, "Of course you can trust him to know it – but he won't be able to protect you if I want you dead."

"How are you even alive?" I ask as he walks to my back and circles around me.

"Love," Onyx answers, stopping by my side, and I feel his awkwardness with the word.

When I dare glance right, his eyes are on fire with the emotion.

I look past him though, to his soulmate on the bed.

"Her?" I ask, carefully.

Onyx won't tell me what she did.

He looks rather angry I asked.

I immediately back off and he strides past me, simultaneously grabbing my elbow and taking me from the room.

"Where are we going?" I almost panic.

"I'm getting you a drink," Onyx says, almost kind and a little bored.

He deposits me at the bar.

His pack are all around in human forms, drinking already.

He places me on a stool between them all.

I'm ignored for the moment but I turn to see him moving back into his room.

So... sexual advances were avoided.

And so was being tormented, tortured or murdered in spite of the Angel Killers carnage in this club 3 days earlier. The demon blood still stains the walls.

Onyx isn't even in the room, when a door slams open and they all turn their gazes to the entrance.

Oh, my mate!

My mouth hangs open, because that was so quick!

"Lyrian," I gasp quietly.

He's already come for me.

I immediately stand up off the stool and walk out toward him, only to be held back briefly by one of the pack.

Lyrian breathes out hot air after I'm touched by another, but he stays still.

His eyes are only on me.

The silence is cutting.

But there are also two other developments now that the enemy is here.

In one of the booths close to Lyrian, the three Lunas; Selene, Juny and Gerry, all stand up in fresh black dresses and wet hair from a fresh shower – they all hold black demon rib wands out toward Lyrian, warning him with their stance for him not to attack.

And then I hear the heavy thumping along the floors out from the back, and I don't have to look to know Onyx is coming out in his massive demon Lycan form again.

Onyx stops behind me, he doesn't put a claw on me, although his heat almost burns right through me.

His rage is making his temperature soar.

"The terms," Lyrian begins, and his usual demonic growl, fuelled with ferocity – is tuned down, with respect for Onyx. Or was it me... I notice how Lyrian's eyes don't leave me.

"Cleo," Onyx says the one name.

Lyrian tilts his head to agree, and turns to leave.

"Wait," Onyx bites out. Lyrian pauses and listens with his head facing the exit, as Onyx adds, "The blonde slut, I forget her name – the... cunt... fuck..."

"Carmen," Selene yells out to Onyx, husky and sultry.

"That one," Onyx grins, "That one too."

"You don't want the other whores back?" Lyrian growls, curious.

"Have them," Onyx grins, "Consider it a second attempt at a truce. We have a sea of new bitches waiting to get in – have the old ones, we don't fucking care if you want used pussy."

Lyrian sneers violently but moves out.

I watch as the lights flash. The typical Angel Killer's frequency, channelling hell, heaven and subsequently effecting the electricity too. Hence the red, white and black light as an Angel Killer moves at top speed, almost splitting realms.

Ten seconds later...

Lyrian walks in with Orphis and Dremon.

The reason is quite surprising.

Dremon holds Cleo and Carmen, dropping them onto the floor.

Lyrian and Orphis have an armful each of Onyx's whores.

"Have them back, these disgusting bitches moan the wrong names," Lyrian snarls at the mortal slut-pups that he tossed onto the floor, now crawling back to Onyx's pack.

Dremon holds onto the arms of Cleo and Carmen.

"Release the bitch, first," Orphis speaks for Lyrian, who looks too consumed with hellish rage to speak of me in words.

Onyx nudges me forward with a claw at my spine, as Cleo and Carmen are released.

I only take a step – and then Lyrian moves at breakneck speed.

The lights flash so fast, he hauls me off the ground, snatching me far from Onyx's claws and teeth.

He cradles me close as he sprints us back to the mansion.

Orphis and Dremon run at his sides, and I can see them clearly move as they move the same speed.

A second later we're home.

Lyrian stops in the living room, where the pack are thirsting over the three remaining females.

Calla, Rose and Drema.

Lyrian doesn't take me to that ritual of mating, however.

Instead, he stalks toward the stairs, takes us up toward the bedrooms and he takes me into one of the spare guest rooms.

He walks in, slams the door and drops me to the floor... now my Lycan stands over me.

I scramble up to my feet, and I stand flush with his hard cock. It touches my shoulder and I wince, but I don't back away.

I have no words.

I don't have any... of the right words... I had no right words since coming back to Earth.

The only way I knew him was through feeling and our minds literally connected.

So I don't open my mouth to speak.

Neither does he just yet.

I put my hand over his abs, feeling his heat, I look up into his eyes – shocked, disturbed and relieved.

Onyx could have killed me to make a statement.

He could have.

Instead, the demon tension had fused out and a blanket had been put over the fire.

They found a common ground in strength, they had to tolerate each other.

With my hand on Lyrian, I don't have tears in my eyes – but I feel wetness on my cheek. A drop.

I look up, expecting it to be his drool.

It's not drool.

Two tears fell out of his eyes.

"He could have gutted you, pup," Lyrian almost chokes up but replaces it with a concerned snarl, "Helena... you're not his... you belong to me. I can't let you be taken again." I claw my hand into his abs, and he goes quiet, "Speak to me... or did I do so much damage in Llyrian that you will never love me again?"

I still don't trust myself to speak.

I breathe in his pheromones and I feel his muscles and his body, slowly sliding my hands across his torso, into his fur, down... and then across his cock. It's leaning against my arm, I turn toward it and run my hands over the shaft, looking at it.

It's real.

I'm awake.

"If I stay –" I start, and Lyrian's snarl drowns me out, as his claws come around my waist and he holds me close, before clutching onto me and lifting me up to his eye level.

"If?" Lyrian brings me close to his wolf head and all his teeth, too.

"If I go, will you hunt me down?" I whisper it, challenging him instead, "Well!?" I scream this word at Lyrian this time, smiling, especially when he flinched with my sudden scream – the best version of a snarl for me, "I'm going to run away again, and again... and again," I tell him while smacking my hand lightly a few times near his teeth, leaning in so close to kiss his nose, "Just so you can come get me like tonight," I whisper across his teeth, daring to look him right in the eye. Lyrian lifts me up even higher, even closer, not even breathing as I lean over his wolf snout to stare right into one of his red eyes, inches away. I gulp as I admit, drowning in his red orbs, "...Lyrian... I miss... your mind..." I admit while feeling slightly breathless and not blinking, as I beg him, unexpectedly, "Take me back there," We couldn't go back to there exactly... but he could... "...possess me."

I'm ready.

I don't know if it's ever been done before.

A human advancing on the demon.

I'm unlocking the door between us, I'm swinging it wide open.

Lyrian meets me right in the middle and it feels like a kiss between our souls. Dark and light.

I'm in love with you, slut, Lyrian drawls right into my mind. His voice sounds just like it did in that eternal dooms day.

I lay my cheek above his teeth, just staring straight into his soul.

I was terrified of being in love with a demon on Earth... when I am totally at your mercy... my life, in your claws, but I don't care anymore, another confession.

What did that fucker say to you? Lyrian asks me, truly curious, thinking something changed.

I think back. To teach me to share, he said Lyrian would thank me. But Onyx didn't mean with other slut-pups. He taught me to share myself.

The whole 'become a nun' talk was... literally to push me in the other direction.

Huh... the fuck?

Onyx must be some kind of Lycan genius.

I choose my words carefully.

He said you'd thank him, is all I say.

Lyrian is darkly amused.

Cute mother fucker – I'll kill him, Lyrian promises.

You already did, I tease him back.

Lyrian smiles in my mind and he whispers across my brain, are you really ready to be possessed?

"Please... please, take me," I whimper and I whisper my desire, wanting him to swallow me whole.

Lyrian grins with all his sharp teeth and I feel them nicking my sides, as I'm still leaning across his giant wolf head, enjoying being so close to his crimson soul. They could slice my skin but they don't.

His demonic intent is very different from murder.

Let's play, slut pup.