Chapter 56

“That you have enslaved,” Leanna growled back, using that werewolf bark to sound the way one of them would. Everyone around looked at each other. Nobody knew what to think about slaves, apparently. “The women who took their monsters the way they were theirs, possessing their bodies and smearing their souls with the rot of their disgusting species. You allowed this to happen, and killed those women, my sisters, as if they were nothing. You’re the monster, Randall. You deserved every drop of despair I planted in your mind during these centuries. You deserved to have been burned, the way you did with the bodies of those who created me.”

Randall let out a laugh; it wasn’t a pleasant sound. I felt sick. I did not imagine that a war between supernatural creatures could be happening as we were starving on the other side of the border. I knew that coexistence was difficult, that they fought for territories, but I didn’t know that something so cruel could happen. I was unsure if I was