บท 42: Chapter 42

But one thing was clear. When the monster stared at her, he didn’t see a savior. He saw lunch.

Ken froze. Her brain told her hand to pull the trigger, to kill the beast before it devoured her. But she couldn’t move. She couldn’t make her fingers do anything at all. And before she knew it, the deformed canine leaped into the air and slammed Kenna to the floor. Hard. She let out a yelp as her back hit the ridge of the doorway and her gun went flying somewhere outside. The sheer weight of the creature forced the air out of her lungs as its claws ripped into her clothes and the flesh of her arm and shoulder.

Crying out in pain, Ken could think of only one solution that would save her life. Not the protective talisman that could stop the onslaught, which was turned off, nor the knife attached to her belt. “Na’fenn eta ma!” she screamed at the creature, as a bright red and orange crystal lit up on her chest.