Chapter 96

The devil beast had crawled out of its snow cave just after sunrise, stretching its ugly body in the sharp, cold of the new day. It sniffed the air, taking in its crisp, knife-like edge before lowering its head to track for spoor. Sometimes it hunted just for the fun of it, like a child with a game. If it caught something, so much the better. When the blood lust was not raging it was a way to be amused. Entertained. Or as much as the devil beast could be.

But not right now. Hunger was topmost on its list of necessities. Not the lust that ran through it like a high-speed freight train, satisfied only with the human kills. No, this was just normal hunger, satisfied with small animals.