If she knew what I am, I am very sure that she could have killed me already. She hated the mortals in general, but my kind she hated the most. I knew that I wasn't the only one of my kind left on earth. They were somewhere out there, but for the ones who we had formed a pack together, they were killed when I was captured because they were weak, and the Shàrûbáñ didn't need weak people.
I feared that the days when evil will rein was nigh. The evil that was going on in Gatlas was deeper than what the eyes could see. Killing the iniego owl and every other person there that day, had been merely a child's play. The real fight was coming.
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Seraphina's pov
