the path of the onrushing pack, he grabs the sword while evading their lunges and swipes back blindly hoping to catch an ankle or a shin. The sword clashes with what feels and sounds like metal however and the pack turns towards him rapidly. The voice from the speakers continues to ricochet and echo around the town as he sprints towards the Beast. The pack chasing closely behind.
Alpha: I BET YOU DIDN’T EXPECT ANYONE ELSE TO HAVE THE SAME LEVEL OF SELF CONTROL AS YOU. A GIFT INTENDED ONLY FOR YOURSELF I ASSUME. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE AS YOU REALISE THIS DETAIL DIDN’T WORK OUT FOR YOU.
The six drones are relentless and close in on him quickly, cutting out the time needed to get to safety inside the Beast. Realising that he