Snow fell around them, making a loud buzzing sound with each flake that came in contact with the temporary shield Frika erected.
 
Myrc screamed and buried her head into Frika’s chest.  He looked down at her while running through the streets and noted his body’s reaction to her. Warmth poured off him into her. 

She shivered against him.  The clothes she wore weren’t hers and worse yet, were too large and bulky.  She wouldn’t get very far on her own in them.

Rough as they were, they didn’t shelter her from the intense grip he had on her. Breasts crushed against his chest, her muscular yet soft thighs wrapped around his waist.  Arms wrapped tightly around his waist while they ran.

He slung her over his back and picked up speed.  Electric bolts whizzed past him, hitting telecommunications poles and vehicles and causing explosions.

It seemed the Unseelie military had no regard for others personal belongings.
He snickered. 

Numerous fae scattered to avoid stray fire. 

Those halfwit mechanized faeries wouldn’t catch him.  He wasn’t an average wolf. The magick he called came from the land of that which is between realms.  The CyberMage and his ilk hadn’t been able to conquer that part of Faery yet and with good reason.

The truth was that Frika and his men weren’t true wolves.  They were a breed of dog in Faery known as Black Angus.  True Faeries, not wolves like the Earth form, they resembled large beasts with fur so black it made the night sky appear as though it were daylight.  They were the stuff nightmares of Faery were made of.  Before the change in climate and governance in the Unseelie, they were the scariest of terrors. 

No one had seen them roam the lands here in centuries. 

When the CyberMage took power, he banned them along with the deities from this region.  Not all of the dwellings in the Unseelie were modernized into city-states yet, but the majority of them had been due to the newly established military set up by the Cyber-Fae.

Frika had his share of run ins with the technologically enhanced Cyber-Fae.  They proved no match against him or his brothers and sisters. 

As guardians of the land of Faery, their job was simple.  Restore the balance and upset the mess created by the mechanized Cyber-Fae and the CyberMage. 

Running through the street, Frika ducked into a corner. Siddella still held on tightly. “You’re okay?”

She looked at him with the most horrified expression on her face. Eyes wide, jaw agape, she reeked of fear. 

Her short red hair lengthened to shoulder length and became white as snow.  Her skin remained pale and she lost some height.  Perfect lips glistened in the dim light from a street lamp nearby. 
 
“You’re ...”  She trembled against him and started to release him. 

He met her stare with one of his own. “Can’t hold your glamour anymore huh?”  He sighed.  “If you let go of me, you’ll lose protection from the snow.”

Fingers clenched around his shoulders.  “Why did you kidnap me?”  Her voice lilted, indicative of her obvious concern for her situation. 
 
His body reacted at the sight of her parted lips.  His cock hardened.  Pulse sped.  Blood pumped through him. Frika shook his head.  “What?”

“You kidnapped me and are now and enemy of the state.  Why would you risk yourself?”
Frika shook off the notion. “Silly faery.  I am not one the State should mess with.  Why are they after you?”

She shook her head.  “Typical military bullshit.”

He cocked his head to the side.  “You don’t look like military personnel.  More like…” he sniffed.  “Lust.”

She scoffed.  “What are you talking about?  I’m far from lustful.  I’m...”  She stopped.

Narrowing his eyes at her, he licked his lips.  “I can set you down but you must remain in contact with me otherwise the snow will zap you.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Great.”  She sounded annoyed

He snorted. “Once the snow hits the ground, it’s harmless except for extreme cold. You’ve got those boots on still?”

She murmured a response. 

Lowering to one knee, Frika set her down on the ground, hearing the crunch of snow beneath her feet before he stood tall again.

A chill raced through her from the lack of his intense heat.  She clutched at the sleeve of his shirt but kept a wary distance. 

Raking his gaze up and down the length of her body, he licked his lips.  She smelled of guilt.  “You’ve done something you shouldn’t have.”

She didn’t respond.  Her skin turned a shade of pink, an amazing feat in the cold weather. At least his protection provided a modicum of heat.
 
Scanning the area, Frika no longer felt the presence of his enemies. 

She met his gaze with an angry stare.  She pointed a finger at him. “What were you doing here?  The Black Angus are outlawed here in Faery.”

The way her hair framed her face gave it a softness that contradicted her vehement tone.  Pouty lips looked like they needed kissing.  Still, Frika scoffed.  “Wrong.  They’re the reason Faery still exists.  We protect the land and its magick.  Sadly, we spent too much time in the Seelie trying to restore order after an assassination attempt was made on the Queen and King of Light.”

Her pout became a frown.  “So you left us all here to die at the hands of a monster.”

For a timid faery, she sounded brazen.  “Myrc, that’s a bunch of bullshit.”

She pouted.  “My name’s not Myrc.”

He flicked the tag with a finger.  “Says right there on the tag.”

She looked down at her shirt.  Tearing the tag off, she discarded it behind her.  “Siddella.  I’m Siddella.”

He’d seen her face before but where?  Then recognition hit him.  “Ah yes.  Siddella the hacker, thief and cock tease.  You’re well renowned. I knew I recognized you from somewhere.”

She winced visibly. “I’m not a tease.” 

Frika looked at the sky.  Seeing the cloud cover dissipate, he figured the barrier could too.  No use in wasting energy.  He caught her by the wrist. 

Startled, she struggled against him but stopped when she realized he wouldn’t let go.
“I take it you stole something valuable to the CyberMage.”

She didn’t say anything.

In the blink of an eye, Frika pinned her against the wall and held her with both hands.  His size dwarfed her, made her appear small and feminine. 

Despite the obvious height differences, Siddella was soft in all the right places against his hardness. Her bottom lip quivered.  Red flecks dotted the silver of her enlarged irises. 
She shuffled beneath him.  “Let me go!”

Frika lowered his mouth to hers in a move that shocked them both.  Pressing hard against her lips, he tasted her, flicked his tongue out to capture hers.

She moaned a stifled protest in response but quickly acquiesced beneath him.  Her breasts crushed against his chest and nipples puckered. 

A hand slid along her arm until it reached her waist.  Snaking around to feel the curve of her ass, he cupped her ass and squeezed it.

Her pleasurable moan vibrated against his mouth.

He tasted the exquisite aroma of Faery on her lips, enjoying the succulent feel of her mouth moving against his.

She spread her legs slightly.

Rocking his hips upwards, he pressed the length of his erection into her.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Fuck. 

He pulled back from her. 

The startled look on her face changed to an expression of confusion mixed with arousal. 
Her eyes twinkled even though her cheeks blushed a shade of pink. “What?”

He coughed.  “Congrats little princess, this has just become an official kidnapping.”

Her body tensed beneath his.  She stuttered and took a step back, keeping her hands up defensively.  “No!”

“Princess if you’re holding onto something the State wants back, that means someone else is waiting for you.  And that means I now have a bargaining card when I talk to that damned Puma from Earth.”

Before Siddella could react, Frika grabbed her wrists and hoisted her up against him.  Securing her by the waist, he poked his head around the corner and saw other faeries beginning to crowd the streets.  This was a good sign.

A loud engine blared.  Vehicles cleared the streets to make way for the Military procession.
 
Several fae spread to the sidewalks and gathered to wait. 
 
More faeries came out from various shops and buildings around them. 

Two rows of tanks followed by several soldiers behind and in front of them marched down the street.  From one of the tanks, a tall soldier stood, dressed in the familiar black and gray outfit of the military.  Boots went up to half calf. Pointed ears signaled his Sprite heritage. He held a bullhorn up to his mouth. He shouted repeatedly, “We seek those who oppose the City-State. We are Faery. We are the face of evolution.”

The crowd kept a respectful distance from the vehicles and the military but joined in with the chorus.

Frika smelled the obvious fear in the crowd.  He had to get them out of there and now.  There was too much power even against a Black Angus.

“There is a thief amongst you.  The Black Angus and a faery have teamed together and stolen from the State, from you, something of value!  We must work together to find and capture them. We must work as one, Comrades; we are the City State of Faery!”

The leader lacked charisma to move the crowd towards their cause but others still chanted in support. 
 
Boots stomped in unison while drones and soldiers with guns continued past Frika.
Siddella shivered against him.  Her warmth had disappeared, replaced by cold fear.
“Damn, whatever you stole from them is big.”

Siddella buried her face in the mass of his hair.

Frika looked up at the clear sky and back at the military march.  He couldn’t blend in; there was too much original faery in his scent.  But he could still give the city’s inhabitants a scare while they made it to the safe house. 

They weren’t that far from where he was to rendezvous with the informant Puma from Earth.  Hopefully time in Faery mimicked Earth-side time.  If not, who knew how much time would pass here in Faery before the puma showed up.

He commanded “You’d better hold on.” 

Siddella’s mouth opened against his neck in protest but words came out in an empty gasp.
Pausing, Frika had a better idea. “We’re legend now.  Along with kidnapping you, I’m handcuffing you to me.”

Before she could protest, Frika backed her into the wall, caught up both her hands and slapped a pair of cuffs on her. Then he hoisted her onto his back.

She kicked out at flesh but brushed against soft fur instead.

Lifting his huge head up, he looked at her through the wolf’s eyes now.  Fear registered all over her face.

The cuffs secured against his collar with magick so old she wouldn’t recognize it.
At least she had the decency not to draw attention to them.

He barked, speaking in a deep baritone growl. “Lean against my back.”

Without hesitation, Siddella did as was asked. 

The giant beast pawed the ground and snorted, emitting steam from his nostrils.

He lifted his head and roared loudly.

Several nearby faeries turned to see what the noise was.  Their jaws dropped at the sight of him.

He growled again, this time letting loose a roar so loud it drown out the tanks. 
Several rifles pointed at him.

Summoning power from within, Frika opened his mouth and let loose a storm of ice from his mouth. 

Guns froze as did the military. Ice covered and halted two of sixteen tanks.
 
Men shouted, panic erupted amongst the crowd as it disbursed in typical riot fashion.
Frika saw his chance. Cutting straight through the crowd, he leapt onto the sidewalk and headed towards one of the tanks.

“What are you doing?” Teeth chattered against his skin.

“Quiet.  I’m making our escape while I kidnap you.” 

Siddella grabbed his fur tighter.  Her body shook above him, jarring her pussy against him.
 
He’d have to have more than just a taste later. 

An explosion not more than a few blocks diverted the attention of some of the soldiers.  Other faeries panicked and began to scatter like ants.  Screams filled the air along with smoke that billowed up from the distance.

Some of his men had made it to their destination on time.  Seizing his chance, Frika lowered his head and growled.  Jumping on top of the tank, he snarled at the commander of the brigade and shot fire from his jaw.

The Cyber-Fae raised a mechanical arm to block the fire but found his the metal singed off. “What the fuck?”  An eye spun to meet Frika’s gaze.

The creature spoke in a gurgled voice.  I’ll kill you with this blow.”

The Cyber-Fae pointed his free hand at Frika.

Someone barked orders at the troops.  Someone else yelled at the raging crowd in an attempt to control them. 

Electric shocks mixed with screams filled the air.  Terrified, many of the Fae fled from the scene. 

Frika pushed more power into the blast and sent a beam of energy into the arm. Leaping away with Siddella atop him, he caught the scent of scorched flesh and burnt metal.  He landed on the road and took off towards an empty street. 

He growled, “That’s what those halfwits get for fucking with me and going against nature.”

The sound of booted footsteps crunching snow echoed behind Frika. Shots rang loudly and filled the air with smoke and an electric haze that distorted his senses slightly.

He coughed but kept running down the street.  It wouldn’t take much to lose the few troops who followed them but Frika needed a diversion.  He could run forever but so could the Cyber-Fae.  They didn’t have to worry about bodies giving out since they bound their souls to cybernetic beings.

The only way to kill them was through dismemberment.

A few blocks later, there were still several soldiers in pursuit.  Several explosions still rocked the landscape behind them.  More smoke filled the air along with the smells of burning metal, flesh and vile stench.

The ground beneath them shook, catching some of the Cyber-Fae soldiers off guard. 
The plan to have others in his guard launch an assault against the city’s military must have gone off without a hitch.

Frika noted the presence of rundown buildings in the area. Windows were broken, boarded up, doors with large cracks in them served as entrances while graffiti covered many of the walls.  He was now heading into Menace territory. 

He hated what he was about to do. 

A four story building looked right to provide a blockade and stall his pursuers. Frika charged an energy blast in his mouth.

Siddella have caught wind of what he was going to do. She gripped his fur tighter. “Do not do what I think you’re going to do!”

“Hush, little girl.”  He aimed for the building and unleashed a large wave of energy. 
It hit the building with such an impact that it sent rubble and glass raining down everywhere around them. Frika rushed beneath the falling debris, amused at Siddella’s screams when he did so.  Sliding just past the fallen concrete, he spun on his feet and saw the building crumble forward, crashing down on the few troops who chased him.

More than likely, they wouldn’t be dead. But the debris would slow them down long enough for them to realize where they were at and have to deal with the Menace. 
Menace territory, areas in the run down parts of the city-states harbored a faction of Faeries similar to the Cyber-Fae, only most of them gave up the unnatural binding of fae magick to technology.  Once they learned what the surgery would entail when completed, many of them chose death or tried to escape the horrid doctors and so called healers who performed the operations. Then they rebelled against the government, creating a low class, high tech group of outlaws who harbored an intense hatred for anything not true faery.

They weren’t all that fond of the Black Angus, either.

Happy with his diversion, Frika took off down the street towards the checkpoint where he was to meet the puma. 

Panting, he broke off into a sprint so fast that buildings blurred past him if he had normal vision.

Siddella’s head was no doubt spinning from the sheer speed at which he ran.

Her petty attempts at trying to steal energy from him made him chuckle.  She couldn’t manipulate energy of the Black Angus.  It just wasn’t done.  Most of the Unseelie had forgotten about Ancient magick that hovered here in the land. It remained alert, aware of the changes in Faery, but dormant.

Something in him awoke, calling to the sleeping power of the Black Angus.  Every nerve became open to her energy, wanting to mix it with his, to strengthen them both.

Why?

Frika hadn’t the time to figure it out yet. He scouted the surroundings, looking for Menace or military. 

Upon coming to an empty, boarded building, Frika slowed his pace, trotting down the sidewalk until he came to what passed for the entrance.

A large piece of graffiti covered wood blocked the door.  Pawning the ground, Frika stood to his full height while letting bones in his body adjust so he could walk on two legs again.

Siddella hung from his collar, forcing him stumbling back a few steps before he reached around and caught her lithe body in one hand. 

She screamed.

He swung her around to face him, spinning the collar around his neck.  Amused, his muzzle curled upwards, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth when he smiled.

His voice, gruff and deep, rumbled low in his chest.  “Do you know what gives the Black Angus its power?”

Reaching for the chain between the cuffs and his collar, Siddella kicked at Frika.  “No and I don’t care!”

Frika grabbed the chain from her and snapped it in his hands.  “You should care.  You’ve just become worth a lot to me.”

Siddella thrashed wildly, kicking out at him and shaking her hands.  “What are you talking about?  I’m already no good to you. What the fuck were you and your Black Angus doing in this city anyway?  It’s not good for you?”

Working to smooth out the tones in his voice, Frika called enough magick to change his head back to looking fae.  “Says who?” 

“Says the fucking CyberMage and his entire group of cronies, that’s who!”

The mischievous smile reached his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually cared for me.”

Siddella spat the words out. “Fuck no.  I hate dealing with wolves and the Black Angus are high on my list of beings I’d rather die than be with!”

Frika let magick envelope him so that his body returned to its previous form.  Fur and fang disappeared and became flesh and blood fae once again.  Long blond hair fell over his hips.  Muscles flexed with power.  Features smoothed and Frika even lost an inch or six in height.

Siddella remained cuffed and held off the ground.  “Ugh!  Put me down!”

He shook his head.  She was going to play hard to get, a fact that amused him.

“I don’t think so. You’ll run away. And this is a kidnapping.”  He grinned.

Siddella rolled her hips against his.  “I can make it worth your while if you let me go.”
He cocked a brow.  “You will. But on my terms.”

Muscles in her throat worked.  Her jaw clenched.  Nervousness poured off her in waves.   She couldn’t actually go through with actual sex, she was a virgin! “What are you planning?”

He jerked the chain bound to her handcuffs towards him. He dragged her towards the alleyway, keeping them both against the wall.  He turned and grinned sheepishly at her.  “You’ll see.” 

The sound of Siddella swallowing echoed in the space between the two buildings.
Finally Frika stopped and looked up. He saw the broken window, just as the puma had told him. 

It wasn’t six feet up, however.  More like ten.  And it didn’t look large enough for them both to get through.  Well, Siddella could get through it easily, her sexy little body was lithe and light. 

Except for her delicious curves would prevent her from fitting into the tiny windows.
He licked his lips at the thought of exploring her.

Fuck.  Another glance reassured him that his body surely couldn’t fit through that hole, either.