The rules Damon knew did not exist yet.
Not here. Not in this time.
But when night fell, instinct returned like an old scar aching before rain.
Mugu sat inside his tent, unsure whether to keep a light burning or hide in complete darkness, holding his breath and praying that none of the horrors he had seen during the day would come looking for him.
Above him, creatures leapt from tree to tree.
Branches shook. Leaves trembled.
Damon did not want to look up.
He already knew what they were.
Devil monkeys.
Seeing them would be bad.
But Damon was outside Mugu's body for now.
So he looked.
They were just as hideous as he remembered long limbs, twisted backs, and faces that looked disturbingly human when the firelight caught them between the branches.
After much deliberation, Mugu chose to start a fire.
