Divide and conquer

Ivan

"He's not doing so good," Leviathan sighed, rechecking Chagan's vitals. "He's dehydrated."

We were sitting beside a campfire in the town, surrounded by the few people who hadn't been corrupted by the sewing needle and Aoxuthyia. It was mostly younger children, some of their parents, and others who hadn't been convinced by the temple's sway. In total, that made seventy-five people. The rest had been transformed, and from the reports I'd gathered, the prey animals were the temple members, and the predators were the victims. So, this had gotten much more complicated, and I was to blame.

"He's never..." I swallowed, rubbing my wolf's head and feeling his emotions. It was odd to be staring at him like this. The closest we'd ever come was when he stared at his own reflection. "He's never been out like this."