Episode 21

War changes people, it was a known verity. Regardless of descent, it was a constant ill which consumed the zeal of the mind and ability to hope. But if there was life, they say, then well... And there was definitely life, Everest observed the weak and broken that strolled into the hold. Each with a small heap of belonging clutch to their sides, they came in packs, some alone and injured. There kids who strolled in with no parents and parents who crawled in, grieving lost children. It was a rueful sight.

Everest knew a few of the people that stalked in, or he had known them. From the balcony where he watched, they resembled shells of former selves. Living only because death hadn’t come for them. The survivors would have been a good thing for the fight but they knew nothing. None of them knew why they had survived an attack that left no survivors. They remembered no detail of the attacks, not of who was responsible or what was causing werewolves to die in the ugliest way.

The hold was