Jack
The first slam of Achak into Bernard knocked them both into the tall stack of hay in the back of the barn. The blocks of the dry grass—or whatever the hell it was before—fell on top of them.
He locked his jaws on Bernard’s arm, yanking it from its socket. Bernard looked about the size of a small child compared to him.
Shoving and kicking whatever landed on top of him, Jack dragged Bernard by the arm across the barn. He dropped the limp arm, and moved to stand over Bernard. There would be no missing it this time. A clean decapitation. That’s all he needed.
Quick death.
Bernard snarled in Achak’s face. He swiped his claws against Bernard’s cheek, tearing the skin close to the eye.
“You know what happened when I killed Atriella?” He was hissing and wincing i
