And then there was Zivra, the one caught in between.
Half goblin, half something more.
The daughter of a goblin chief who had once lived as a human.
Her reactions, her defiance, the way she spoke—it all carried that unmistakable trace of humanity. A part of her refused to bend to instinct the way the others did, and that made her unpredictable.
As much as Eli recognized her potential, a part of him didn't want her in his clan. Her innate ability was powerful but volatile, something that could easily turn against him if she ever lost control—or worse, if she decided to.
It was troublesome enough that he had already considered eliminating her altogether, not out of cruelty, but as a matter of survival.
But he wasn't going to do that.
The thought lingered, uncomfortable yet sobering.
He was starting to notice how easily his mind leaned toward the crueler choice—how quickly killing had become an option rather than a last resort.
