“You were wrong, wizard,” she said. I looked down at her, and she met my gaze with her soulless amber eyes. “How so?” “They have not become animals.” She looked over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed. “Animals do not do what they have done. Animals kill to eat, to defend themselves or their own, and to protect their territory. Not for the joy of it. Not for the lust of it.” She looked back up at me. “Only humans do that, wizard.”
