BOOK FOUR: HUNT

there's nothing left to lose

The night air fills his lungs, silky and rich with aromas driving him to ecstasy. Everything is alive around him, every sense wide open to embrace each gift. The wind rushing past the fine hairs on his arms and cheeks makes them tingle, the scent of blood and hot flesh everywhere. The world is sharp and bright, details so crisp they take his breath away. He tastes the coming of the morning, the subtle shift in ...