His pale cheeks flushed pink, like he hated pointing out how his monster kin had rejected him just as much as humans mostly had. I felt a flash of pity cut through my dislike for Moth. He straddled both worlds and didn’t fit in anywhere. We didn’t trust him, not after he’d abandoned me on a simple scouting trip—but that was his own doing. And I doubted beasties trusted him either, thanks to his human half.
