I couldn't help but wonder, just for a second, if this was some kind of bond—mate, sibling, herd protector. Maybe it cared. Maybe it didn't.
Not that I gave a damn.
There's an old saying: Don't kick a man while he's down. Personally, I think that's the best time to do it. The only sure way to keep an enemy from getting back up is to make damn certain they never have the chance.
I dropped into a dive, the wind roaring in my ears. Just before the Alpha's head turned, its attention snapping toward me, I triggered [Warp], reappearing behind it in a blink. Gravefang came up in both hands, my body twisting into the thrust, the blade aimed for the kill.
But the Alpha moved—fast. Faster than I'd seen it move all fight. It lunged forward, the tip of my blade scraping fur instead of punching through flesh. And before its hooves even touched the ground again, its antlers flared and spat three rapid-fire bursts of energy.
