Bride of the Alpha
Flynn looked up, and from the horror filling his eyes, York knew the air on his back wasn’t the morning breeze but the only warning he was going to get of the Tsara’s bite.
Flynn flung his sword before York could stop him. Even if Flynn killed the Tsara, the third would destroy them both before they could retrieve their weapons.
York heard the Tsara’s victory screech cut off by Flynn’s sword. The Tsara landed on York’s back, convulsing in death.
York rolled, trying to escape the cold, burning evil of one of Heldon’s most vile creatures. But the Tsara’s claws swiped across his back. Pain cut through him as if the frozen depths of hell were trying to grab him and drag him under.
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