Chapter 386: Teeth in the Dark
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A few hours later... Night came down over Slik City with the slow patience of a hunter lowering a hood over a cage.
By the time Sekhmet moved, the city had already changed shape. The day’s noise had died. Merchant voices thinned. Wheel traffic slowed. Lamps replaced sunlight in windows and lanes. The western side where Iron House had gathered its goods no longer looked like a business district. It looked like a throat trying to pretend it was a wall.
That made cutting it easier.
Dawn House did not send a parade.
It sent a mouthful of knives.
They gathered in one of the darker inner courtyards first, beneath the shadow of the side roofline where moonlight only touched broken strips of stone and the leaves of the old wall vine. Elena remained with the house. Raka had already gone ahead with route men and watchers. Kess stayed inside the records wing with strict orders to touch nothing sharp and survive the night by continuing to be useful.
The ones who mattered for the hunt stood in the courtyard. ’Sekhmet. Lily. Mira. Vera. Vela. Auri. Bat Bat.’
No one spoke immediately.
That silence did not come from uncertainty. It came from readiness. The kind of silence that gathered naturally when each person there knew the night ahead would not be solved by words.
Lily stood nearest his right side, her face calm, but the blood in her had already begun to stir. He could feel it through the bond. Not chaos. Anticipation. The kind of bright dark hunger she had learned to hold instead of letting it hold her.
Mira stood on his left, still in her human form for now, but there was something colder in the stillness around her. The Crimson Gorgon line had sharpened her. Not made her wild. Made her deliberate. She looked like the same elegant woman who had run ledgers and contracts yesterday and like a different species wearing that same face tonight.
The twins stood a little behind and slightly apart from one another, as they often did before movement. Not because they wanted distance. Because space lets them launch faster. Vera’s eyes were already narrowing toward the western side of the city in her mind. Vela had that same unreadable composure she always carried when she was deciding how much mercy strangers were about to lose.
Auri leaned against a wall pillar with the false ease of someone who was already fully alert. Her long dark hair fell over one shoulder. Her mature beauty looked almost soft until one noticed how still she held the rest of herself. Even in human shape she gave off the feeling of wings folded under skin and claws hidden behind patience.
Then there was Bat Bat.
In her human form.
No wings.
That mattered.
She stood with her hands behind her back and her chin lifted, making an obvious effort to look like a serious adult member of a night raid and not a chaos goblin stuffed into a beautiful woman’s body for some divine joke. The effort almost worked until she spoke.
"I would like it noted before the violence begins that I was not only invited, but wanted."
Vera looked at her. "No one said wanted!"
Bat Bat looked wounded. "That is an attack on morale."
Vela said, "Stay quiet and your morale survives."
Bat Bat took a deep breath, placed one hand over her heart, and whispered, "I am the image of restraint."
Sekhmet looked at her once.
Bat Bat straightened further. "I mean it this time."
He believed she meant it. That did not guarantee success, only intention. He looked at the group.
"The warehouse is not the goal."
That got everyone’s attention tighter.
"Tonight the goal is pressure returned." His gaze moved from one face to the next. "We cut confidence. We cut organization. We cut whatever Iron House thinks it can build safely before Mihos’s game begins in the morning."
Mira nodded once.
Lily’s eyes sharpened.
Auri pushed off the pillar.
The twins did not move at all, which for them meant total focus.
Sekhmet continued.
"We do not burn it all at once. Not tonight." He let that settle. "Tonight we go in. We learn. We kill what deserves killing. We break what deserves breaking. Then we leave before they understand the full shape of the bite."
Bat Bat lifted one finger. "That is elegant."
No one answered her.
He looked at Lily and Mira.
"You both hunt in true form tonight."
Neither objected.
That alone showed how much the house had changed.
A week ago, Lily would have needed preparation for joining Sekhmet. Mira would have asked questions about visibility, rumor control, and witness lines. Tonight, both simply accepted it as part of the work.
Sekhmet said, "Do not waste the forms."
Lily’s answer came first. "I won’t."
Mira’s followed. "Neither will I."
Then he looked at Bat Bat.
"You stay in human form until needed."
That hurt her soul visibly.
Then she rallied.
"So when will I be needed?"
"When flesh and blood must be eaten, noise can become useful."
Bat Bat stared at him for a beat.
Then she nodded very solemnly. "At last. A role suited to my gifts."
Auri muttered, "Disturbing sentence."
Bat Bat smiled proudly. "Thank you."
They left through the side gate and cut west through the city’s quieter trade veins.
Night hunting in a city was not like hunting outside its walls. Outside, the world belonged to open ground, ditch lines, scrub darkness, and whoever could hear a footstep in the wrong place. Inside, a city hunt belonged to shadow discipline. Timing. Angles. Rooftops. The knowledge that every window might hold an eye and every alley might hold a rumor ready to breed.
The western merchant quarter still smelled of rope, oil, tar, dry wood, stale grain dust, and guarded fear. Iron House’s consolidation had changed the district’s pulse. Goods moved there with tighter routes. More hired muscle. More quiet watchers. More men trying to stand in the shape of soldiers without having the discipline for it.
Raka’s first signal came from a rooftop gutter where one of his men lay flat beneath old laundry poles. He gave them the warehouse line, the count of visible guards, the side lane where two extra runners had passed in the last quarter hour, and the fact that one back entrance had been reinforced from the inside.
All useful information.
Sekhmet led them off the main lane and into a narrower broken-sided passage between stacked wood storage and an old closed dye shop whose sign had rotted so badly it looked like it had died ashamed.
There they stopped.
The warehouse loomed ahead at the far end of the lane, broad-backed and low-roofed, more practical than elegant. Iron House had not built it to impress. They had built it to hold. Thick doors. Side walls with too few windows. Watch platforms improvised from old loading beams. Two lantern lines. Men at the front, more at the side, and likely more inside.
Mira looked at it once and said, "Ugly."
Lily’s mouth shifted faintly. "That helps."
Sekhmet said, "Now."
Lily transformed first.
He did not need to watch the full shift. He had seen it before. But the bond made it impossible not to feel it. Her body changed with far more confidence now, no longer fighting itself. Human shape gave way to her Cruoraphim form smoothly, dark beauty deepening into something bloodborn and dangerous, a creature shaped for hunger and grace together.
Mira followed.
Her Crimson Gorgon form rose out of her human body like a second truth stepping forward. Brown hair went dark crimson. The snake-threaded living hair emerged with quiet menace. The lower half shifted into the scaled amphibious raptor form, tail feathers folding out and then settling. Where Lily’s transformed beauty carried a bright dark elegance, Mira’s carried a colder predatory intelligence.
Bat Bat watched both and actually forgot to speak for three full heartbeats.
Auri looked at her.
Bat Bat whispered, "I live in a very unfairly attractive house."
That was probably the right amount of noise.
The twins did not transform. They were different from Mira and Lily. Their value tonight was speed, precision, and field instinct sharpened by the true vampire bloodline, not spectacle.
Sekhmet pointed once.
"Front watchers belong to the twins. Side lane runners belong to Auri. Lily takes the left interior line when we enter. Mira takes right." His gaze shifted to Bat Bat. "You stay with me until I release you."
Bat Bat drew herself up. "I am a hidden disaster."
"Yes."
That seemed to satisfy her.
They moved.
Vera and Vela vanished first.
That was always the right word for them. Not run. Not leaped. Vanished. One second they were shapes beside him, the next the dark had taken them and moved elsewhere. The front guards never had the chance to understand why the night behind them suddenly felt closer. One dropped with Vera’s blade at his throat. The other barely turned before Vela cut his breath and lowered him without sound.