The Bonacon had finally gone mad.
Its amber eyes blazed with wild hatred, nostrils flaring as clouds of vapor burst from them. Dirt and stones flew from under its hooves, the air itself trembling — as if the earth was no longer strong enough to hold the creature's fury.
Letecia and Milagros stumbled back, pressing behind splintered tree trunks for cover. Branches cracked overhead. Splinters rained down. The beast roared again — a low, rasping bellow that crawled beneath the skin and squeezed the heart with dread.
"He's lost his damn mind!" Milagros yelled, diving aside as another tree came crashing down.
The bull swung his head with brutal strength — one horn caught William clean and sent him flying across the clearing like a rag doll. His body slammed against a tree with a sickening thud, bones snapping audibly as he slid down, leaving a streak of red in his wake.
