Chapter 3Rhys gulped back the sour taste of nausea and tried to take shallow breaths through his mouth. That helped a little.
Not enough. Maybe there are odor sensors in the mouth, too.
His eyes rebelled at the scene spread before him, one straight out of a vision of Dante’s Inferno. Overhead, the vultures and ravens were already circling, although he suspected the mass murders were recent. A niggling sense that this scene was somehow familiar distracted him just enough to tolerate the sensory assault.
This had to be the worst yet—broken bodies littered the small clearing high in the rugged mountains below Animas Peak. This time the monster had taken on a whole band, apparently illegals, and murdered them all. Not satisfied with that, he or it had also torn most of the victims apart.
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