They Come at Night (Part 4)

Syrah didn't hesitate and ordered the weakest among the warg to sacrifice themselves. The cull was imminent and they would die soon anyway.

'I can use the remaining nine warg's mana and strength. Keeping them alive and unconscious would be pointless. Every hit will require a sacrifice and I need as many warg as possible conscious to pass any further wound upon them.

'They have no Harmonizer and their lives are meaningless whereas their deaths can ensure the survival of our species.'

The Queen unconsciously touched the metal collar on her neck, knowing that the next Queen would need it to produce a better and more stable offspring. Then, she gritted her teeth, hating herself for having those thoughts.

'Curse you, Glemos. You were no god, just a cruel monster who taught us to consider our lives nothing more than numbers in an equation to solve. Since the day we've been born, our dreams, wishes, and ambitions are irrelevant.