KYLAR
"The fanglords don't seem to be part of this attack," Voss reports, kneeling before me.
My skin prickles with awareness. The pull tugs at the center of me, a constant reminder of our purpose here. Through the darkness, my enhanced vision picks out the wave of creatures surging toward the human structure. Their grotesque forms blend together in the shadows.
"Look at their patterns." I point to the systematic way the beasts approach. "The fanglords test the humans' defenses."
Nira frowns. "Should we warn them?"
"No." The word comes out sharp, final. Her softness toward the humans might cause trouble later.
"Cowards." Koros spits on the ground. "The fanglords should face their prey directly."
"Their cowardice keeps them alive." I trace the movement of my tattoos with idle fingers. "They outlive bolder predators through such tactics."
