Chapter 37

Dungan targeted the monster’s slimy legs, waiting until Skotak had its full attention before he hamstrung the beast. A wail of pain erupted from the creature’s mouth, and mucus drooled down the front of its stomach. Collapsing to the ground, it writhed and squirmed in pain. Dungan let out a victorious battle cry and turned claim to the monster’s heart, hoping to rip the life from its broken body.

But the creature was gone.

“Huh!” he exclaimed.

He looked around, but the beast was nowhere to be seen. With a startled shrug, he and Skotak joined their comrades against the remaining Maelnords.

If he’d looked more closely, he would’ve seen a bruised and bloody field mouse climbing out of the monster’s footprints. It looked at the girls, clustered together behind the horses, as if measuring the distance between them and the outlaw who protected them. Judging the odds to be in its favor, the mouse ran, its hamstrings mended with each step.