Pain  

This was bullshit, all bullshit.

Really.

Why did everyone assume that it was okay to kill all those women? Why did the phantoms assume that it was okay to keep going with the slaughter?

The only true victims, as far as I could see, where the Ethawainian females. The one who actually brought the Nycteromyians to the planet they now considered theirs. They were the only innocent ones out of everyone.

Staring down at the words in front of me until the letters blurred didn't change the words themselves, it just made them harder for me to read.

"It makes sense, in a way," grunted Wrukaog. My head snapped up as I raised an eyebrow at my mate.

"Want to clue me in?" I asked, my voice almost a hiss. Even the phantoms had stopped moving around the room and were starting to disappear one after another to get away from me. "'Cause I have no idea how any of this makes sense."