“I’m not scared of it like they are. They think it will attack them, but that’s because they don’t listen. If you really focus on his roars, on his howls, you can hear the whine. It’s like a mating call for our kind, and his is distorted, like everything else about him.
“Truthfully, I think he’s just in pain—of all kinds. Physically, he looks awful; it can’t be comfortable to be half turned and stuck there. Then emotionally, he has our savagery, our craving for bloodshed, but for a single person? One he can never catch and one he hates to need? Excruciating.”
“So you pity him?” I asked, and she thought about my question before nodding.
“I suppose so, yes.”
“Then let's go see if we can put him out of his misery.” I smiled, and she nodded. We were a few steps closer to the barns I co
