It was a faint movement but it prompted me to activate my thermal vision skill.
A disturbing sight unfolded before my sight. Writhing beneath the soldier's skins were the heat signatures of what looked like worms.
For a brief moment, I contemplated what to do. I wasn't one to play the hero, and for a brief moment, I contemplated letting this all spread, letting the people here die in the process. But, in the long run, these people were on my side.
The more of us were killed, the closer the demons got to conquering us. I had been toying with an idea that could advance us forward against the demon race, but the idea itself was inhumane and was far worse than what I did at Purgatory.
But whenever I thought of Isabella and Sylvie, it gave me the courage to go through with it. No, for my future children and the future of my pack and this world, I had to go through with it.
