THE BEAST’S CURSED SLAVE
Warriors turned toward the outer ridge, dropping their spears with a clatter, as screams rang out in the distance, just as the fourth lash was about to land on her back.
A dog howled as a spear slipped from a warrior’s grip.
People ran off, shoving past the stunned onlookers and the ones who had cheered seconds ago now scattered like startled birds.
“Move! Move!”
“They are back again—!”
Even through the blood and heat, Kaerith lifted her head, her vision blurred by tears and sweat. Her heart began racing as she felt the wrongness in the atmosphere.
Just then, tents flapped open as people tore through them. Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground.