The Alpha General's Substitute Bride
But when I went to bolt, that damned man swung his horse in front of me.
“What are you doing, idiot?!” I yelled, but it was already too late.
The General’s horse reared, front legs kicking nearly vertical, and threw Agatha and me to the ground.
We screamed as we hit, and the sound bled into the man’s roar when one of the bigger insects snatched him up.
They ripped him apart on the spot, blood spraying everywhere, not even giving him time to shift.
The horse barely escaped.
They were huge bugs, mandibles snapping in the air, and that piercing venom stench saturated everything like a lethal gas.