Chapter 5Lying beside a stream, he tasted old blood in his mouth; a sure sign there had been a kill.
He woke to find himself naked and alone on the forest floor, and he quickly tore leaves from the brush to hide himself. Looking around defensively, he jumped up and ran through the forest toward home and into the safety of his den. This was during the early morning hours when the first rays of dawn colored the town a murky gray. The morning when a man running along the city streets, in and out of shadows and alleyways and behind buildings would be considered nothing more than a specter that moved so fast no one would be sure they had seen it.
Now as he burst into the door of his den, he found his throne and climbed into it, his breath coming hard, his head thrown back. He was silent and s
