"I guess I'll have to kill them."
The thought had only just settled in his mind when he instantly moved to carry it out, aware that the time around him felt wrong, as though it were speeding faster than he wanted it to. There was no hesitation, no pause to reconsider, no moment of doubt. The decision was made, and that alone was enough.
Raising his hands slowly, deliberately, more than dozens of werewolves were ripped from the ground and lifted into the air at once, their bodies suspended unnaturally as if the world itself had betrayed them. Zyren glanced toward King Jared, a faint smile appearing on his lips even as he went ahead to do exactly what he had already done before.
The screams came immediately.
