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Devon considered his friends advice. he was thinking more clearly now that he knew Lark was waiting for him. But he was feel a new kind. Cold and calculating. He could think more clearly.
"Kila. How few wolves would you need?" he asked.
She frowned. "It would be tough but I can do it with five wolves."
Devon nodded. "Good. That's all I will spare then."
It is worth it if there is a chance. he said privately to Fredrick.

Kila looked in the direction of the palace. "You should go now. Before you loose your change at surprise. If you can, avoid the queen. She didn't reach that spot by birth. She killed for it." she said darkly.

Devon moved the command them "We move now!" he said. All shifted running toward the ceremony. As planned they broke into two groups, the larger set to attack on the side farthest from the altar to distract them as much as possible. Devon and his wolves would go directly through to where large was.
There was to be no mercy.
The result was chaos. There were screams and startled yell as the wolves lunged at sentries and knight and others at the party goers. Some moved to assist the other nights against the wolves. Light flashing as fae threw magic. It was a whirl of bodies, wolves, snow and light.
The other group used the distraction, leaping at those gathered around the alter. Anything to confused them, kill them and get to Lark.

Devon growled, form shifted until he was hunch over on two wolf-like leg. He's body ripped with muscle and bristling with fur. His jaws opened in a terrifying grin.
"No. I'm after you failed in that endeavor." he grunted as he disemboweled a fae trying to get at him. "You will not be so luck."
He lunged at the prince, dodging his raised, trying to get to close for the prince to swing it. His claws were deadly sharp as he slashed the man's throat.

The Chimera roar, spewing more fire as he lunged toward the Beta. It was an abomination of pieces that shouldn't have been about to function together. This fact seemed to put this best in a constant rage.

As it neared, Kila came soaring out of nowhere, leaping higher that a human should be able to. To bloodied swords were in her hands. Ones she stole from the dead.
She soared over that head, just inch above it. Her sword whipped down to slice at it's snake tail Severing it. It shrieked in pain. An unnatural sound
"Go for the throat!!!" she screamed to Fred. "Avoid everything else!"
She moved past, charging Mab.

Tatiana stood. Anger pouring off of her as a tangible power. She would not lose this opportunity. She would kill the girl herself if she needed to.

Devon grunted at the pain of being stabbed. As the Prince dropped he grabbed the sword to keep it from being pulled out of him. He couldn't afford to bleed out right now. So he broke the sword, leaving a chunk in his chest.
They need to finished this now before he lost any more wolves.
"TO THE ALTAR!!" He cried, charging toward where Lady lay.

Kila moved with the moment of the blade. It bit into her chest deeply, but she would service for now. Her sword came up to push Mab's blade down and hers came down to slice into the priestess's chest.

The Chimera shrieked and the main head spammed. The thing seemed go crazy for a moment before quieting. It started falling appart.

Tatiana continued to do what Mab was to distracted to do. She noticed the other woman despite her concentration on the ceremony. So she was back.... How quaint.

Kila took Mab's fall to kick her in the head, knocking her out cold. Then she planted her feet and looked toward Tatiana as wolves rushed forward. She raised both swords and started a chant of her own. One that she had been creating for years. She was no match for the queen but she could disrupt the spell enough to give Lark time.
She began to chant almost singing.

Devon ran toward the altar, ignoring his pain as best he could. He was going to safe Lark and leave this place. Yes, he was doing it for selfish reasons, but doing this would also safe them all from these abominable creatures. He would do anything to keep them from succeeding. He lunged for the altar.

Tatiana waved a hand and Devon stopped as if he hit a wall. She turned her furious gaze to Kila. She had gotten better. She spell wasn't working as it should with this child disrupting. It made it all but useless for her needs.
"Well daughter. You've returned home." she said coldly. "Must you feel the need to spite me."

The wolves were all together now, spread out in a circle with the fae knight around them. Those on the outside kept the faeries back and those on the inside tried to find a way to the altar.

Kila smiled bitterly. She never wanted to be Tatiana's daughter, but the woman was. Birthed her after a liaison with a human and left her, not coming back till she was nearly grown and killing those she cared about.
She was taught to use magic there, if not by choice. This woman was no mother of hers just a former warden.
"You are not my mother. You never were." she snapped. She continued to chant, anything to keep from completing the sacrifice. I few more minutes and the time would be past. She just needed time.

Devon knew that the girl had been lying. But it was of little concern to him right now. She was helping them and that was all he needed at proof. Him and several of the other wolves were trying to get at Lark through the invisible wall.
"Lark. Just hold on, we are going to get you out of this." he said, pacing back and forth. "Fight her!" he cried, glaring at Tatiana.

Tatiana only had eyes for the girl who got away. "What has it been? 2 centuries? You still cling to that mortal half of your self. A shame .But you are not near powerful enough to do anything to me,"

Continued pacing, but made his way to Fred. He nodded to three other wolves. We have to do this fast. he stated.

Kila gestured and a ball of light flew toward the queen she waved it away, still working on her own spell. Kila drew as much power as she could from herself and what flowed threw this land. If only she could halt it a little longer.

Devon, Fred and the other wolves chosen hit at the weak point. Attacking it with as much force as possible. It shatter and they fell forward.
Ignoring his pain, Devon was the first to stumble forward and slash at Lark's bounds.