Chapter Ten
Huna's story
Masaya, Nicaragua, 120 B.C.
It was at night, as Huna laid in Daisel's arms and the sky was at its darkest, that he could hear the cries. The noise was blaring in his head, a high-pitched screeching that made his ears throb and his stomach turn. It began slowly, and then reached a pitch so sharp that blood often dripped from his ears.
Most of those nights, he waited it out, cringing and moaning until the noise left him. He then fell back asleep, even more exhausted than before. However, at night, the need to hunt grew along with the noise and his need for blood. He stood and felt the sound beginning, along with an enormous pulling sensation.
Daisel was asleep amongst the hides, and watching her, he knew he needed to leave, so he set out in the darkness and flew
