Monster Girl Islands 7 by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Hold on, Arrick!” I called out to my son through our telepathic bond. “Just hold on, and I’ll come and get you! Jemma? Why can’t Tirian fly over and grab him?”

I already tried, Tirian’s voice explained fearfully. The wind and the rain are too much for my wings. I kept getting dragged down and blown off course every time I tried to get over there.

Fuck.

“What about Malkey?” I asked. “Can’t he--”

There’s too much structural damage, Jemma interjected. If Malkey tries to get over there, he’s going to break the bridge for sure.

“Fucking shit!” I growled as I turned and kicked the side of the dwelling.

Arrick was in trouble, and it looked like it was up to me to save him. I promised his mother I would bring him back in one piece, and that was a promise I was going to fulfill, come hell or high water.

I just needed to think of a plan, and I needed to think of it quickly.

Sure, I could try to run over there and snatch my son out of the dwelling before it fell, but Jemma just said there was structural damage. If the bridge gave out, especially when I was on it, it would drag the dwelling down with it.

I also couldn’t fly, and taking the branches was probably too risky.

There was a loud crack as the leaf’s support snapped a bit more, and Arrick let out a scream of terror.

Fuck it. I didn’t have time to make a plan. I was going to have to improvise.

So, I took off in a dead sprint, straight across the wooden planks of the bridge. The unstable beams cracked underneath my feet as I ran, and I had to hold on tightly to the vines as I tried to transverse the deathtrap of a bridge. I passed through the rest of the crew’s dwellings as I ran, and they all tried to ask me something as I ran, but I didn’t have time to stop and listen.

Every second that passed was a second my son came closer to death.

“Daaaaad!” Arrick cried out again, and my heart sank into my knees.

“I’m coming, Arrick!” I called back, though I felt completely helpless.

The wind whipped through my hair as I pushed forward, and the hard rain pounded against my skin and chilled me to the core. Still, I endured.

Until one of the planks snapped underneath my weight.

I let out a gasp of fear as the whole right side of my body fell downward and slammed into the next few rungs of the bridge. The weight of my body shattered the old boards like they were made of glass, and the next thing I knew my body was plummeting down toward the ground below.

No… Not like this. Ben Whitfield was not going to fucking die from an accidental fall. Especially not while his son was still in danger.

So, I whipped out my sword, stabbed it into the nearest tree trunk, and held on for dear life as I tried to slow my momentum.

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