Justin's POV
My fallen brethren lay scattered on the ground, many of them headless or shredded into pieces. The stench of death was horrific, yet no worse than what I endured in the caves. King Jett was a merciless leader, killing anyone who dared question or defy him without hesitation. Although, it did mean plenty of food for us.
He never anticipated losing this war. He was too cocky, too blind to see the errors in his plan.
Finally, I came upon his body, which was badly burned. I searched for a spot that hadn't been completely barbecued.
"You poor, stupid bastard," I muttered, crouching down and shoving the long, thick needle into the back of his thigh. Pulling up the plunger, I drew the dark liquid into the barrel of the syringe.
It's finally mine! How dare Jett try to keep t
