The sight of dead pigs, chickens and bloody parts of whatever animal sat in a pool of blood in the middle of the village grounds, as if someone had feasted on them.
“What…” The man said, as astounded as I was at the brutal sight in front of us.
Yet not a trace of the instigator was there. Not even the shadow of his creature.
I looked at the pool of blood. But as soon as wind blew off, the smell of fresh blood—coppery and metallic—immediately attacked my sensitive nostrils, making me cough and grimace.
The mixture of smells from the grass, ground, blood and animal flesh made my stomach flip. I barfed, almost vomiting at the smell of violence in the air.
Shock was apparent at the faces of the two large men whom I realized were the people we heard from the window earlier. They must ha
