Chapter 73

The Onyx Mother lay still. The frantic, blind thrashing of the beast had finally ceased, leaving nothing but the heavy, copper scent of blood and the lingering acridity of its poison. Kyle felt the hot surge of adrenaline begin to ebb, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache that seeped into his marrow. He had pushed himself to the absolute limit. Every muscle fiber felt as though it had been frayed by high-tension wires, and his breath came in ragged, shallow pulls. His stamina was nearly depleted,...