Wrath of Elijah – Contents REVEAL!

Okay, so The Blood Moons: Wrath of Elijah releases this January 24 for the Kindle Version. The Print Version will be available for purchase sooner. When it’s out, you’ll be the first to know. Here’s what you can expect to see in the book:

CONTENTS

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Books by Kachi Ugo

1          The Spark

2          Scales of Yeshua

3          Wrath of Elijah

4          Descendants of the Patriarchs

5          The Blood Moons

6          West Wind and East Wind

7          Desolation of Orunmila

8          Esther vs. Solomon

9          Fly Birdie!

10        Zule Charms a Hellish Creature

11        The Boy Who Wields the Thunder

12        Battle in the Clouds

13        The Point that Kisses the Stars

14        Sagnarok

15        Angelus Mikhail

Glossary

Patriarchs and gods

Attack of the Sea Monster: Sneak Peek

About the Author

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The Blood Moons Series: Wrath of Elijah Coming This January 24!

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…after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

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Though the patriarchs of faith are dead, they live on through their descendants. Their traits, strengths, and even weaknesses—all transferred from up the generational line down to the twenty first century. But as these patriarchs live on through their offspring, so do their foes. The same battles are being fought. Only, the stakes are higher now than they were then.

Johnny Akinwale is your average 12 year old boy living with his parents in the slums of Ajegunle. In the day he goes to school; in the night he survives on the streets by wits and sheer force of will. At birth, he was diagnosed with a rare disease which left him perpetually feverish. He was consigned to living a marginalized life and one of great distress and sorrow. However, what the doctors did not know was that the root of Johnny’s fevers was not in science but in an ancient power he possessed as a result of who he was—one same power which runs in his bloodline.

Johnny Akinwale is a descendant of the fiery prophet, Elijah.

Johnny neither knows of this power nor of the fact that it has pitted him against evil forces that are beyond the control of a 12 year old. Nevertheless, this becomes clear to him as he encounters Sagnarok. A lieutenant in the armies of Hell, Sagnarok has been sent to the ancient city of Lagos to trigger the blood moons. Johnny must heed the call to greatness and stop Sagnarok against all odds.

Johnny does not know what the blood moons will cause. Only that after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

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The Uprising – An Excerpt

This is a captivating read and difficult to put this book down. Kachi has a very pleasant writing style and the story develops beautifully following a great pace, which is important to me. This is definitely a great start to a new series I will keep reading…

– Ramona Plant (GOODREADS)

Kachi Ugo is a writer to watch–he has a head full of stories and he pours them out on the page as fast as the reader can follow. The Uprising is only the latest of his works, and it is a fresh, powerful fantasy featuring the kick-ass Sarah Justice who is all about getting her baby back in this volume. Her son has been ripped out of this time and place and into the future thru a portal. But she’s not alone in this mission, she has a band of Elementals who would follow her to Hell and back...

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The dark clouds churned as rogue swirls of wind ravaged the city. Scraps of paper, grains of sand, and every other thing that wasn’t tightly secured hazed the air, reducing visibility to about a few feet. The heavens were alive with sharp and brief sparks of lightning and thunder, every moment threatening a full explosion. People scampered for covering, knowing that very soon the grey clouds would unleash a storm on their heads. The two elemental police men who should have been patrolling Hoover Street were not exempt from this hurried motion as they sought cover a good distance from their post. And in their bid to escape a beating from the sky, they missed the hooded figure that moved fluidly in the direction of a modest one story residence.

This was the residence their commanding officer had instructed them to keep undisturbed. It was supposed to be a thirty-day assignment. For the last twenty nine days no one had gone in the house. Assuming this night wouldn’t be any different they decided to abandon their post for the duration of the storm. If only they had known how wrong they were in this assumption.

The figure waved his hand at the gate, revealing soft looking olive skin. The gate cracked open. Without breaking stride, the figure flowed on in a heavy black cloak towards the front door, pausing before the porch to glance at the building. It was dark except for the light bulb upstairs. The figure waved his hand as before – – a soft click responded – – and the door swung in of its own accord, admitting the stranger. The figure marched straight ahead for the stairs, not looking left or right. When he turned into the passageway, he saw her.

“You can’t take him away!” she muttered, her face ruined by a mix of tears and makeup. She had a long and sharp kitchen knife in a strong grip, and she stood in a defensive stance before the entrance into the bedroom. Some light from the room fell on the passageway, allowing the tall, hooded figure to scrutinize his adversary. She wore a golden blouse embossed in white with the word: Earth. Her black pants was peppered with clumps of wet sand. Her feet were bare, tingling with powerful magic, one that crammed into the small passageway, so strong that the figure swayed under its overbearing weight. Her eyes, though teary, gave no indication that she wouldn’t go Super Nova with her knife and magic if he neared her.

He took a tentative step forward and said, “My name is…”

“I don’t care who you are,” she snarled, eyeing him with a hateful look.

“But you care why I have come…” The figure paused and took in the lady’s sandy pants and legs with a curious glint in his eyes. “You’ve been outside. You saw me coming. You’ve probably alerted someone, but they can’t get here in time. You know I don’t want you. Why would I want the trouble of dealing with a powerful Elemental like you, when I can deal with a powerless newborn?” Then his voice took on a bitter, almost regretful tone. “Tell me, what do you think I want with him?”

The woman drew a blank.

“You know you can’t stop me,” he continued, pulling on his inner power and letting it stir in the space. The woman felt it too, responding with a slight flinch as his power stroked hers. “You’ve seen what I’m capable off. You’ve witnessed the power I wield. You know I’m a Dualist. You’re out of your depth. Stand down.”

For a moment, uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Her grip on the knife softened. Her magic withdrew from the room. But it was only for a moment. “I can’t let you have him!” she shrieked, gripping her blade tightly, and pushing her Earth magic against his Air magic.

“Stop this nonsense, Sarah!” the man warned, bracing himself against her power. He also strengthened his secondary power in the hallway. Not too much to threaten her, but sufficient to respond to an attack effectively. His primary power had created the dark clouds and whirl wind outside. “You can’t stop me,” he repeated, and as if to buttress that point, he lifted his left hand as if to grab something above his head, and a huge bolt of lightning formed in the clouds outside and drove down into the lawn with a loud thunder.

Then it began to rain.

She made to say something, but instead charged him whipping up the clumps of sand from her pants with the wave of a hand. They shot at him like tiny projectiles, tiny and powerful enough to punch a hole through his heart. The man jumped out of their path. His hands dove into his cloak and withdrew a small dagger just in time to parry Sarah’s strike. He drove a palm against her chest, stopping a full inch short of her body. Where his hand stopped, a powerful blast of wind erupted into existence and plowed right into her chest, sending her body flying across the hallway and smashing into the ceiling.

She fell to the floorboards, concussed. Her Earth magic remained aloft in the air for a few more seconds before it vanished as she fell unconscious.

The figure straightened his cloak, stowed away his blade, and walked to the door, stepping over the woman’s limp form. The bedroom was every bit a child’s bedroom, complete with brightly colored walls, stickers of famous cartoon characters, and a hanging miniaturized solar system. At the center of the room was a baby carriage in which struggled a sleeping baby with his sheets. The figure pulled the baby free and examined the creature who would, fifty years from now, destroy the whole world with black magic. He pressed the baby against his chest and walked back down the stairs without a second glance to the mother of the child. He locked the door and the gate behind him and started down the street, the darkness and heavy rain shielding his retreat. His cloak provided adequate shelter for the baby boy, though he exercised enough power over his magicked storm so that not a drop of rain touched his cloak. When he got to his entry point down the street, the rain stopped.

“Did she put up a fight?” his partner asked as he approached him, nodding at the baby in his hands. Loas was a medium height, sharp man with a heavy build and a no nonsense face.

“Yes.”

“So, did you kill her?”

“No.”

The clouds were still dark, nonetheless, he caught the frown on Loas’s face.

“She didn’t put up a strong fight,” he explained. “Perhaps, killing one innocent soul”—he gestured to the baby in his hands—“is enough for one night.”

Loas spat a string of curses at the baby. “That thing is not innocent!” he grimaced.

The figure sighed. “It’s still a baby, Loas. It’s done no evil or good.”

“Well too bad he would never get to do anything at all,” said Loas.

“Yes, too bad…,” the figure agreed. The baby’s fate was sealed once they got to their destination.

“What if she comes after us, Nnamdi?” Loas asked. Before his partner could reply, he stretched his hands far apart and brought them together in a loud clap. A stream of light erupted from the point of impact, coalescing into a giant paper-thin screen in front of them. Through the screen they could see into their world, or more correctly, their time–AD 2066. They could see the bland white walls of their staging area in the highly classified, top secret military underground installation in the Mohave Desert.

“She’ll never find us,” replied Nnamdi as he reeled in his power over the weather. In an instant the dark clouds disappeared and the sun flooded the whole world with light. “Because she will never know where we came from. She will never know when we came from.”

Loas nodded and led him through the portal, closing it as soon as they were on the other side.


Sarah Justice is many good things, including a descent Earth Elemental, a wonderful partner to her man, and a new mother. However, when an extremely powerful Dualist from the future—a man able to wield the magic of two of the Elements—abducts her newborn, she is turned into a cold blooded killer. In a bid to rescue her child, she sparks a rebellion, birthing an organization of young, skilled Elementals, who are immediately branded terrorists, and blithely transgressing every Law known to her kind. And the powers that be—the Global Elemental Authority and its ruthless leader, Commander Thorn, who is infamous for being remarkably vile to offenders—are not in the slightest forgiving. But there are bigger occult entities at play. Sarah may soon realize that her resolve is not enough. Notwithstanding, she has vowed to recover her child, heedless of where it takes her: to death or to victory.

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Sarah Justice is many good things, including a descent Earth Elemental, a wonderful partner to her man, and a new mother. However, when an extremely powerful Dualist from the future—a man able to wield the magic of two of the Elements—abducts her newborn, she is turned into a cold blooded killer. In a bid to rescue her child, she sparks a rebellion, birthing an organization of young, skilled Elementals, who are immediately branded terrorists, and blithely transgressing every Law known to her kind. And the powers that be—the Global Elemental Authority and its ruthless leader, Commander Thorn, who is infamous for being remarkably vile to offenders—are not in the slightest forgiving. But there are bigger occult entities at play. Sarah may soon realize that her resolve is not enough. Notwithstanding, she has vowed to recover her child, heedless of where it takes her: to death or to victory.

 

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This is a captivating read and difficult to put this book down. Kachi has a very pleasant writing style and the story develops beautifully following a great pace, which is important to me. This is definitely a great start to a new series I will keep reading.

Sarah develops throughout the story to a very strong heroine. I struggled a little bit with her since she on one hand does anything to get her son back, regardless on how many will die, but also fights a greater organization with many flaws. So I am definitely looking forward to hear more about her […]

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The Uprising: …to death or to victory!

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Sarah Justice is many good things, including a descent Earth Elemental, a wonderful partner to her man, and a new mother. However, when an extremely powerful Dualist from the future—a man able to wield the magic of two of the Elements—she is turned into a cold blooded killer. In a bid to rescue her child, she sparks a rebellion, birthing an organization of young, skilled Elementals, who have been branded terrorists, and blithely transgressing every law known to her kind. And the powers that be—the Global Elemental Authority and its ruthless leader, Commander Thorn, who is infamous for being remarkably vile to offenders—are not in the slightest forgiving. But there are bigger occult entities at play. Sarah may soon realize that her resolve is not enough. Notwithstanding, she has vowed to recover her child, heedless of where it takes her: to death or to victory.

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Curse of the Sword: Now Available as a Paperback!

Hi there! It’s been a while, I know. I went away to really get my writing back on track and to ensure that I meet some of the deadlines I set for myself. Anyway, I’m back, and I have good news!

Remember Curse of the Sword? The first installment in The Vigilante series? Well it’s now available as a paperback! And guess what? There are no restrictions as to what region of the world it’s available in. So to all my fans in Africa who couldn’t read the book because Kindle content is not available there, this is great news for you! You can order a physical copy and have it delivered to your doorstep!

Also to those of you who have read the book and would like a physical copy to put on your shelves, this is great news for you too. And if you’ve not read the book, this is a good opportunity to do so.

Blurb:

Twenty six children are gone. They have been taken by a ruthless, barbarian warlord who has only one thing on his mind: Sacrifice. His heavily fortified fortress is high up the Evil Mountain, out of reach of the four governments of Lazul, with all paths to it rife with all manner of murderous, blood-thirsty creatures. The council of governors has passed its verdict: no help is coming for the children. The children are left to a horrible, inevitable end, and their only hope lies in the hands of an unlikely, village straggler, Briksan, who in the darkness of night becomes an unspeakable evil—an evil he is frightened of. In the shroud of darkness, Briksan becomes a raving, lunatic killer with a twisted sense of justice, known only too well among nefarious serfs as The Vigilante. But the quest is much more than rescuing a bunch of children he could care less about if they lived or died. The quest is more about rescuing Rachael, the woman he loves, who was kidnapped alongside the children. The quest is more about destroying his two most hated enemies, the Baka brothers, who are responsible for the curse upon him and who are cursed as he is. The quest is really about executing a sentence of death he had passed a long time ago, when he discovered that the barbarian warlord, Kaza, was responsible for the death of his parents. Haunted by ghosts from his past and propelled by blood-hot revenge, Briksan must survive fierce battles with monstrous creatures if he is to reach the summit of the mountain. His endurance, his will, and everything he holds dear will be tested by the evil creatures that roam the paths to the mountain. Yet, Briksan will soon discover that reaching the fortress is only the beginning.

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The Great Hunt – Now Available!

Small. Feeble. Aloehexans.

In a world where all the animals are dead, humans have had to evolve into two distinct species in order to balance the natural order and ensure survival: Hannibians—an extremely powerful, yet civilized race of cannibals who possess all the qualities of a savage beast while embodying that which is human; and Aloehexans—a peaceful and prosperous race of grass eaters who outnumber and outgun the Hannibians a thousand to one.

Having just turned seventeen, Samantha Krus, daughter of the Lord of the Hunt, and Luke Odenigwe, son of the Master of the Hunt in Renia, along with over one hundred other seventeen year olds, must embark on a once in a five year pilgrimage of blood to Aloehexa called the Great Hunt. But Sam, in a fit of compassionate rage, has broken the most sacred law known to Hannibus—Secila no Cranedia, meaning no meat goes to waste. And Luke, failing to report Sam, becomes an accomplice in this crime. If they are caught, their lives and bodies will be forfeit. However, when they discover a plot to wipe out Aloehexans in the capital city of Granadia with a chemical weapon, leaving three million bodies poisoned and inedible, they risk everything to stop it.

With the investigations leading in their direction and their success in the Great Hunt threatened, Sam and Luke must withstand assaults to their resolve and even their friendship if they are to stop the plot. Because failure might very well mean the end of Hannibus as they know it.

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The Great Hunt: A Sneak Peek

Hi, folks! As you well know, my next book, The Great Hunt (#1, The Hunt Series) releases this November 30, and there’s a lot of excitement around it. It’s going to be available in Kindle Stores where you can download for your reading pleasure. But before that time, here’s a little peak under the hood:

 

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Sam and Luke stood still and stared.

 

Dazzled was an understatement. Shocked was more like the word. Starting from the base of the hill and spreading for a vast distance was a dead and desolate land, rife with rubble, broken buildings, and huge ash piles reaching heights impossible. The area had a dark tint to it; it wasn’t because the sun was already setting; it was as if the air clothing the whole area had dark particles floating in it. To the far corner of the barren land was a small settlement: the closest village to them.

 

Beyond the settlement lay an immense and sprawling city of massive skyscrapers, which twinkled from the waning light from the sun. She knew there was more of this city to see, and she itched to go in and satisfy her burning curiosity, but she knew that this was one place she could not go. At least not until the Great Hunt.

 

They started down the hill at a careful pace, but when they reached the bottom, they increased to breakneck speed. Jumping over shrapnel, avoiding large piles of rubble, and being in the dark as to where they were going save that they had to keep south west, they ran the length of the barren land, their excitement building as they approached the village.

 

When they came to edge of the barren land, they slowed to a creeping pace. Then, the sun was already coloring the whole atmosphere with a golden light, signaling twilight, which was less than an hour away.

 

They were at the boundary of the settlement now. Huts, small cottages, and medium sized bungalows made of plywood and straws spread before them. A wooden fence two yards taller than Sam wrapped around the settlement. Sam found a tall tree close to the fence for them to climb. At the top of the sturdy branches, they had a better view of the village.

 

It wasn’t a very large one. Sam estimated a population of about a few hundred, each one of them small, weak, and feeble. They went around the village wearing drab gowns, though their countenance was anything but drab.

 

Sam felt disgust shoot to her throat.

 

Small. Weak. Feeble. This was how the people of Hannibus had described the nomadic omnivores. In fact, this was how anyone who was not from Hannibus was described. Clawless, fangless, having no strength or speed, how could they even survive in this world? Their daily breathing was an insult to the cosmos. Their mere existence was an effrontery to humanity.

 

And Sam knew to her very bones, as did every member of her society, that these humans were only good for meat. They were only good for slaughtering.

 

Luke called Sam’s attention to a group of figures stealthily making their way into the village. The previous pack would have set the village on high alert, making it extremely difficult for the second pack to make a kill. The nomadic omnivores that lived in the outlying villages may have been weak, but they weren’t stupid. They had several means of protecting themselves, which included terribly armed guards.

 

Usually, the second Mozungool pack was the stronger of the two packs that hunted together, because they went in when the village was alerted. This second Mozungool pack constituted nothing less than the strongest hunters in the whole of Renia, Ijaala Odenigwe’s district.

 

The group of six Mozungools leapt over the fence with the barest effort and spread into the village, their presence still unnoticed. Once they were scattered, it was a lot difficult to track their whereabouts. But sure enough, before the fifth minute since their incursion, screams rent the air.

 

“Cannibals!” someone shouted, and a giant bell rang.

 

Sam’s excitement grew to a frenzy as she watched the terror in the eyes of every omnivore, running in the opposite direction. Sam had not yet witnessed a kill, but her blood was already boiling with anticipation. She clapped, pouncing on the tree as the screams multiplied. She already knew lots of the nomads had been killed in this short time—this was how good the Mozungools were—still, she wouldn’t like it if she didn’t at least witness a killing.

 

Then out of the corner of her eyes she saw a Mozungool hoist a wiry old man on one hand. Crying, the man begged for his life, but the Mozungool didn’t pay any heed and jabbed a small blade into the man’s chest. A wail erupted from his mouth even as his heart ruptured.

 

“Whoops!” Sam squealed. Luke remained passive.

 

The village was already in disarray when the armed guards realized what was happening. They became coordinated and fought back. Shots were fired, and two Mozungools fell.

 

Luke grabbed Sam’s hand. “We’ve got to go!”

 

Sam was about to go with him, looking below her before she could descend, when from the corner of her eyes she saw a hunter moving on a small girl. They were to the far right, on the edge of the village.

 

“That’s not right,” she said to Luke, pointing at the hunter. “We don’t take children! We don’t kill children!” She was frantic now.

 

Luke saw this and said, “There’s nothing we can do about that. The girl is already dead.”

 

Refusing to accept that without at least trying to save the girl, Sam leapt from the tree, landed on the floor with a slight crouch, and bounded for the village.

 

“Sam, no!” Luke yelled. “The guards are already firing shots!”

 

Sam leapt over the fence without as much as an effort and angled towards the far corner of the village. Most of the houses were deserted, so no one saw her. And she was thankful that most of the Mozungools had concentrated on the other side of the village, so this was where all of the guards were.

 

Sam turned another small street and came upon the hunter. He had cornered the girl to the fence and had his knife out. The girl didn’t look like she was older than nine. Her hair was tied in to small shafts on opposite sides of her head. She wore a faded brown gown. Looking into those innocent, big round eyes, Sam felt something cut in her.

 

The fear in the child’s eyes was inhumane.

 

This is wrong.

 

Luke stopped short beside her and grabbed her hand. “We have to go,” he whispered to her, between breaths. The hunter had not noticed them; he had his attention on the little girl, who by now was sobbing.
“If we get involved, we’ll not only get into trouble, we might get killed here.”

 

The hunter had not yet struck. Despite the sound of whistles afar, and the cry of men—Mozungools and nomadic guards alike—this hunter’s attention was fixed on the girl. He danced forward at a deliberate pace, revealing his fangs, claws, the taut muscles on his body, and his blade that was already stained red with blood.

 

Sam, with a flare of anger, realized what he was doing. He was taunting her. Putting fear in her heart so the last thing she felt when he thrust the blade though her chest was utter despair and hopelessness.

 

Sam’s anger burst through her mouth in a roar. “Stand back, hunter!” She dashed forward, covering the distance between her and the hunter in a split second. But she didn’t attack the huge man. Rather, she grabbed the hand that held the knife and pulled it out of its strike poise.

 

The hunter glared at her. Shock fleeted into his eyes first, then anger. He pulled his hand free, shoving her away from him. Before she could regain her balance he brought a fist carrying all his weight to bear on her face. Upon impact, Sam felt lightning spread from her cheek through her brain. She hit the ground with a heavy thud and remained paralyzed for a few moments, her head spinning.

 

The Mozungool took giant strides towards her, but Luke intercepted him. When the Mozungool recognized Luke, he growled and glanced at Sam. “Stay away from our Hunt, Cranian bitch!” He turned away and approached his prize, cornering her so she couldn’t dart away.

 

Sam recovered fast and leapt to her feet. Luke held her shoulders, struggling to hold her back. Her anger grew into a rage, and her predatory instinct took over. She shoved Luke away, sending him falling on his back.

 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said to the Mozungool, walking towards him with piercing calm. “Because now, I’m going to have to kill you.”

 

The Mozungool turned, and Sam charged at him. The man’s knife came down on her head. She stopped short in its path and raised her two hands. The man’s wrist caught in the V of her joined hands. Then she jabbed his abdomen with her ankle, knocking the wind out of him.
The blade fell off his hands as he staggered back, gasping desperately. Sam picked up the blade and ran towards the Mozungool.

 

“Sam,” Luke cried out. “Don’t!”

 

Sam leapt on the hunter, striking his forehead with the base of the blade. The man crumpled to the floor, moaning and trying to remain conscious. Sam looked down at the man, panting, her blood aflame with an unbearable desire to see his blood flow. She went down on her knees, thrust the blade into the base of his chest, and cut with one single slice to the man’s waist. Blood and intestine spilled out, while the man screamed in pain.

 

Sam pulled out the blade and thrust it into one side of his neck and pulled the knife along until it was on the other side of his neck, and the whole neck was immediately submerged in blood. The Mozungool tried to scream, but rather produced a gurgling sound that sent blood flying everywhere. Sam raised the knife, held it with her two hands, and jabbed it into his forehead, crushing his skull and killing him instantly. It was then, and only then, that her rage was satisfied.

 

She dropped the knife, rose to her feet, and walked to the girl. When the girl cringed upon her approached, Sam thought the better of it and retreated. Luke was looking over the dead Mozungool’s body, shaking his head.

 

“You shouldn’t have killed him, Samantha.” Luke only called her by her full name when he was furious with her. And she could understand. The Mozungools were as much his father’s hunters as they were his hunters, his people. He’d been honor bound, and perhaps blood bound, to fight for the hunter, as much as he was honor bound to report this murder.

 

“I don’t regret killing him, Luke,” Sam said, still relishing the way she was feeling, protecting the girl from harm. “I’d do it again if I have to.”

 

The whistles and yells of the guards drew near. Luke hefted the body on one shoulder and grabbed her hand with his free hand and led her away from them towards the fence. They scaled the fence and raced towards the forest in silence. Luke dropped the body on the path into the forest for the remaining members of the pack to see before continuing on their journey. When they were in the confines of the huge trees, night fell, plunging them into total darkness. They had to feel their way towards the city, which slowed their progress.

 

Along the way, Sam cleaned the blood off her hands with sand. To be sure, she hated herbivores and omnivores, and she would slaughter them, when given the chance. But going after kids was just off the list. Aside from being against the rules of the Hunt, it was immoral. Sam would not stand for such a thing if she could do something about it.

 

Luke was her closest friend, but if he decided to report her, she was ready to die for what she had done. The rules of Hannibus were clear. Killing a fellow citizen was criminal, and if found guilty, the killer would be killed, and then both the killed and the killer would be eaten.

 

Sam had murdered a Mozungool. If Ijaala found out it was her, he would press for the death sentence, and her father could not resist all four Masters of the Hunt, though he was the Lord of the Hunt. Despite knowing this, she still felt justified in her action.

 

She felt good.

 

“Are you going to report this?” Sam asked.

 

“I’m not going to report you, Samantha!” Luke shot at her. “But that doesn’t mean I liked that you murdered one of my own. I am very angry with you right now, and you would do well to remain quiet.”

 

Sam smiled in the dark and remained silent. She wasn’t going to die today!

 

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