Angel's POV
"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF ME!"
The snake coiled tighter around my leg, its smooth scales sliding against my skin in a way that made my stomach turn. I could feel its muscles contracting, could see its tongue flicking out to taste the air.
Terror consumed me completely.
I was screaming, thrashing, trying to scramble backward, but the creature held firm, winding higher up my calf with deliberate, horrifying slowness.
The tent flap burst open.
But it wasn't Uriel who appeared.
It was him.
The monstrous Alpha filled the entrance, his massive frame blocking out the moonlight behind him. His scarred face was twisted with concern, and his eyes / those cold, merciless eyes - locked onto the snake immediately.
The snake must have sensed the predator entering its space, must have felt the shift in the air, because suddenly it struck.
Pain exploded through my leg - sharp, burning, like someone had driven a hot poker into my flesh.
I screamed.
