CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Lore was up to his ankles in mud and pig slop. As the dirty creatures rushed around his legs, he clenched his fists. He was furious with himself for being tricked, and even more furious to be in a stampede of stinking animals.

Lore’s rage reached a boiling point. He grasped one of the pigs rushing past him and threw it fifty feet into the air. The pig landed with a dull thud in a cornfield two fields over. He stomped forward, catapulting the creatures out of his way, feeling his anger pulsing through his veins.

The Immortalists who had followed him looked perturbed by their new leader’s emotional outburst. By the looks on their faces, Lore could tell that some were starting to doubt whether following him was a good idea after all, or whether Octal had been right to entrust Lore with this mission.

The raven-haired woman approached Lore carefully. He was facing away, trying to get some space from everyone’s stares, and so she came up behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder. At fi