“Mom, there’s a thousand of them.” She stilled, looking at him. “A thousand of what?” “The abominations. We’ve killed maybe three hundred if we’re lucky. Melody said there were probably close to a thousand of them. I think there might be more. She was only five when they started using her to break the shifters. They were fucking breeding them so they’d have more to experiment on. The goddess only knows how many of them there are, but she tried to undo the magic and couldn’t.”
