In that, there was at least some small comfort to be taken. The hunters may despise what he was, but their leader was smart. Whatever their commander felt about him, she seemed to think that keeping Devin from Bobby's claws was more important. He wondered how long that logic would hold up against the looming threat of continued massacres. Was his aberrant life actually worth dozens or hundreds or thousands of humans?

Devin would have traded himself for just one of them. 'Your kind of stupid,' the commander had said wisely.

"That fails to change that this entire disaster is because of what I am," he pointed out quietly. Devin exhaled a shaky breath. "Because of why I'm different. Because of a choice I made before I could remember it. I was not allowed to remember it. I don't even know if I understood what the consequences would be, and I can't change it now."