Tribe Protector by Stacy Jones

Author:Stacy Jones [Jones, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

F rrar felt his heart stop beating for a long moment as all the pantari spun away from them to zero in on the dead beast, then up to Lily hanging from a vine in the tree, dangling in the air like bait.

Ignoring the pain in his stomach from the claw slashes he hadn’t been fast enough to dodge, he ran, digging his feet into the dirt to propel him forward.

He roared loud enough to burn his throat, trying to regain their attention and, though he knew the chances were slim, in a desperate hope that someone, anyone , from the tribe would hear him and come to their aid.

Tor, Arruk, and Drrak joined him, adding their battle cries to his as they, too, ran after the beasts.

Crouching mid-step, he pushed off and jumped onto the closest pantari’s back. His knives, already slick with blood, were still gripped tightly in his upper hands as he buried his lower pair in the animal’s fur and clamped his legs around its huge middle to hold on.

Stabbing fast and hard with every ounce of his strength, he tried to at least slow it down, though he knew he wouldn’t kill it. The hide of its back was thick, too thick for any of his wounds to be killing blows.

Mid-stab, Frrar felt a punch between his shoulders, hard enough to knock the breath from him and drive him forward against its back.

He looked over his shoulder in time to see its sharp, pointed tail rearing back to prepare for another strike. Ducking quickly, he felt the wind move as it passed just over his head.

Staying hunched over to avoid the stabbing tail, he pulled his way farther up its back. His progress was slow, and he nearly lost his grip when it started to buck and thrash, trying to throw him off.

He’d almost made it to its neck, when it skidded to a stop and whipped around. The movement sent him falling off the side of the pantari. The only thing that stopped him from flying off completely was the tight, tangled grip he barely maintained with one of his lower hands in its thick fur.

Frrar felt a sickening pop in his lower arm as he halted his fall, and had to grit his teeth to hold back his agonized scream.

Blinking past the dizziness caused by the intense pain, he heaved his body backward, using the pantari’s movement to aid him and kicked off its stomach with his feet.

Swinging forward in an arch on his wounded lower right arm, he fought through the blackness trying to crowd into his vision and lashed out with the two knives somehow still held in his two left arms despite his fall, the gut-twisting pain, and its thrashing.

His blades hit their mark, sinking into the thinner skin of the pantari’s throat. Using all his failing strength, he roared and buried them as deeply as he could then pulled, slashing its throat until he felt blood gush over his arms .

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