[Judge Jackson]
Killing.
It seemed like the only thing I knew these days.
Murdering was so ingrained and woven in my life that I wondered if I could live without it. I killed so often that they called me The Exterminator behind my back.
Could I go cold turkey without spilling blood, or would I go mad in a blood-lust frenzy, killing every creature in sight?
I didn’t particularly enjoy killing, but I understood how crucial it was to protect purebred wolves for the continuation of our species. I’d killed so many wolves since becoming a judge that I lost count. I couldn’t tell you the number of children that never saw adulthood because of me. Or the number of teenagers and elderly that were executed because they weren’t purebred wolves or they randomly mutated.
The random mutations were
