It was like living through a recurring nightmare that refused to end.
By the time the first set of humans had been drained completely, the second group was dragged forward and slaughtered in the exact same fashion.
Then another.
And another.
Over and over again until every single human inside those cages was dead and the ceramic tub sat filled nearly to the brim with blood.
Roman watched the entire thing unfold with something inside him slowly breaking apart. The bodies were dumped carelessly to the side afterward, piled atop one another like trash instead of people.
Some of them still had their eyes open and
Roman could not stop staring at them. Those glassy dead eyes seemed to accuse him silently for failing them.
Nor could he escape the sounds. The screaming. The choking. The desperate begging. It all echoed endlessly inside his head now.
"Step in, Alpha," one of the witches instructed reverently.
