The Broken Alpha
It felt cool against her sweaty palm, and she gripped it tighter.
A quiet buzzing cut through the night. Lily swallowed hard. Raising the blade, she turned, eyes darting between the trees. Silence. Then –
A large, bee-like creature swung at her, heavy wings stirring the cool, still air. Swearing under her breath, Lily ducked. The creature – a bowstring, Lily realised belatedly, her tired brain snapping to life as adrenaline flooded her veins – propelled itself back towards her. She sidestepped it neatly, before spinning on her toes and raising the blade as it through the night once more.