Chapter 397

“If you go back on your word, your hybrids rise again….” Colton interjects, his biting tone clear. “They won’t. As of tonight, their existence is surplus, and they won’t be an issue in a few days.” “Meaning?” Colton grinds his teeth, already knowing the answer. To him, it’s vile to create your own kind and then massacre them when unnecessary. As wolves who value pack above all, it’s not something we can begin to understand. “Do you want specifics? We create them for use and return them to dust when they are no longer required. Hybrids will disappear from around you. I do not need them. Without purpose, they are rabid nuisances that create havoc for the human world.” Varro has given up surveying the dust and is now examining his left hand's overly long and pointy fingernails. Like stiletto-shaped daggers, which I am sure have a use. “Your kind are cold and heartless.” Colton snorts and turns away, unable to hide his feelings on the matter, his face is a picture of disgust, but Varro s