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Kila was moving instantly, turning and casting onto spell. A wall of trees grew and twisted into a wall of stubby trees between the wolves and the fae.
"GO! Hurry, I will hold them off!" she yells, a blast of power sending her flying into her own barrier.

Tatiana was glowing with her rage and the temperature dropped in a matter of seconds. It went from cold to everything covered in ice.
"HOW DARE YOU?! YOU INSOLENT GIRL!!!" she shrieked.

Devon handed Lark to Fred. "I can't hold her and run. He was discernibly panting. It was reaching his limit.
He howled, signaling they retreat.

Devonn nodded as she moved. We lost at least five and a few more are worse than me. I will survive. he grunted. They continued to moved going back to where they came. As they got closer a small group of very abused people sat huddled there....

Tatiana took her rage out at the girl, mercilessly throwing out magic, heedless if she hit her own as well. Kila was doing her best to dodge and counteract her the queen's spells, but she was taking a beating.
With ever hit she made her way to the exit, hoping to make her escape.
As she turned she fell down. She turned, and saw ice crawling up her legs.
"I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere, darling." Tatiana said, cruelly.

Kila felt the power that was causing the ice to creep up her body disappear. With a flick of her wrist she dispelled the now normal ice and scrambled to get up. She was almost at her limit. Tatiana was too much to hold off and she got the feeling she was holding back only to make her squirm.
Kila looked back to see the distraction that set her free. It was the Beta Fredrick. Quickly she run helping him to his paws. She put out on last spell, sending flakes of snow flying into the air in a frenzy. It made it hard for anyone to see them.
"We have to run!" she hissed, already going that way.

Tatiana pushed herself up from the snow. What insolent mongrel dared to touch her? She looked around, but snow was in the way. She waved a hand, forcing a gust to dissipate it.

Devon looked down at the people. She was panting heavily now, on his knees. Scoot took Lark from him and two other hovered by him protectively.
"Yes. That is her." he answered them bluntly.

Kila was panting as well, her legs burning with the rate they were running. She could keep this up for long. Luckily they did not have to go far, she could already see a group through the trees.
A horn sounded behind them.

Tatiana stood, a storm gather above her. So they wanted to run like prey did they. She raise her hands and her servants immediately came to her.
"Hunt them down. Every last one. They can not get away." she said.
They sounded the horn as they obeyed her command.

Devon's hackles raised. "Why do you need to know?" he growled. The fae could have corrupted these people for all he knew.
His attention was turned elsewhere at the sound of a horn and someone approaching.

Kila looked around her and the wounded and tired, panting and shaking from exertion. "I don't think I have enough powerful that, Fredrick. I'm out. Do you know how much power it take to open up a portal. I can't do it without some kind of help." she said with dismay.

Devon looked over at Lark. "I'm fine. We're almost out of here. Just stay still." he said. He looked at Kila as she said she didn't think they could get out. There had to be some way something they could do.
Something glinted and caught his eye. The amulet around Lark's neck.
"Medallion." he said pointing.

Kila looked and flinched. "I can't, not without permission from it's user...." Her gaze turned to Lark as she stepped toward her. "May I?"

Kila's stomach rose to her throat as the girl started shaking her head. She thought she would refuse. Then she changed her mind and Kila nearly sagged to the ground in relief. She latched on to the amulet immediately. Not taking it off, but clutching it in her right hand. She pointed the other at the air started to shimmer.
Such a blast of power rang through her, ripping what spell and power see had left as the burning power of the amulet blazed through her. The portal opened, clear and strong and she ripped her hand away from the jewel. Her hand burned.
Now she actually was powerless and all disguise was gone. Her pointed ears were plain as day as were her angular facial features. She shook visibly.
"Let's go." she wheezed.

Devon got to his feet, blood spurting from his wound into the snow. "Go!" he growled at the prisoners. His wolf was more in control right now and he was not about to be polite.
He looked back at his wolves. "Through the portal, quickly." With the grunt he walked into it, two wolves coming to support him, he snarled at them but did not resist. The portal started to shrink as they made their way through.

Devon grabbed the hunk of metal and pulled it out, making him snarl in pain. He held his hand to stop so much blood from gushing out. He felt pressure on the wound in his back and glanced back to see Sheryl. He nodded.
"I'll be fine Lark, don't worry about me at the moment." he rasped. "He looked at the other packs who were looking a little eager to him. "Scott, stay close to me and keep her safe. Sheryl.... Fredrick.... you know... what to do." he said. He really didn't have the strength for more talking.
His pack formed around him, some assisting and others watching for what could become an attacker rather quickly. If the other Alphas wanted to, they could try to usurp position as leader.
They were heading to a old safe house out here in the forest.

Kila stayed close, trying to make herself look confident and not prey as she followed along. A lot of wolves were wounded and needed treatment badly. She didn't think in any in-fighting would start, but she understood the King's precaution.