"I'm sorry," John sputtered out. "I didn't know who it was. Please, forgive me."
Billy found himself in even more shock, when the human fell to his knees, fear in his eyes. John never did this! Billy had heard John say a number of things that would warrant a trip into a stomach on other farms to his father. This was John, who stared into the eyes of vampires and werewolves, they looking back at him, without flinching. John was the leader of the livestock, and commanded respect from the others. John spoke to his father, as if he was equal to his Master. John, an Unconditioned Feral, was in the posture of Defeat, that of Utter Helplessness.
It was in that moment, Billy realized that John's life was in his very claws. One word, and John would be a Meal.
He looked into John's eyes again, and again saw the fear inside of them. This was what it was like to have control over Life and Death. One word was all it would take.
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