The Alpha's Warlock
And the scorpion turned around and sauntered off through the woods, disappearing behind some trees, a flash of terrifying white.
I let out a long breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding, Jack visibly relaxed, and Brent started to yell and scream for help.
Yeah, fuck him. He could get down on his own.
Over Brent’s screeching, Ian called out, “Uh, Arik? Dude, they’re gonna—oh, fuck that’s got to hurt—yeah, too late.” A horrible gut-wrenching groan echoed through the trees, and I spun yet again, only to see Hendler on his knees, face a rictus, with one of the scorpions’ tails embedded in his chest. Blood and venom spurted everywhere.