You sit in the throne next to your husband, Miguel, and a line of tied up humans kneel before him. They’re awaiting their fate, which was death. You aren’t heartless. You hated everything about ending lives, but that was all your husband cared about. All of his guards, chefs, and teachers were creatures. His only exception was you, his beloved human spouse.

“Raise your swords!” He commands the soldiers standing alongside each human. The soldiers were one of his favorite creatures. They were werewolves.

The soldiers begin to raise their swords.

What do you do?