#Chapter150
The killer drags his prey through the dense forest, the night throwing shadows through the canopy of leaves that blot out the night sky above him as the wind rushes through the upper branches. The haunting hoot of a hunting owl, the cries of the forest folk, fall around the lion as he moves with purpose towards his destination.
A shadow detaches itself from the thick foliage that surrounds /"Eden,/" the sound of the waterfall carrying across the open ground to bounce off the parked Land Rover and climb up the steep rock face. The lion drops his prey, and tests the air, his nostrils flaring and a low growl coming from his chest as he smells man. He stands over the body of his victim and slowly takes in his surrounding; the only sound that comes to him is the falling water and the scent from the Land Rover.
