The Last Vangard Lamb

The team had a clear division of labor. Declan's car led the way, heading in the direction the white yak said.

They drove more than 60 miles. A faint stench of rotting flesh hung in the air, making it feel almost sticky.

Eagles and vultures were skimming low near the weathered rocks, less than about 300 yards from the car.

Harper could see the birds clutching bloody chunks of meat in their beaks.