Chapter 9: The Luna of Pattani

Arisara

I hovered over Gamma Idsarin’s lifeless body. Her blood pooled into a crimson canal, which was gradually absorbed by the porous ground beneath her carcass. In a few weeks, I imagined a flower bed of red hibiscus would have sprouted from her unmarked grave.

The death pack stood motionless, frozen by the sight of their pack member’s corpse. Although we were all lectured by pack commanders to desensitize at the sight of death in battle, the application of such emotionless advice was unfathomable when the loss was one of our own. The only one enjoying this bloodshed was my husband, spectating from afar, who was maniacally cheering on the increasing death count.

“Who let a b*tch in the death pack to begin with, am I right? Good riddance!” Prayut exclaimed, drunkenly, like he was making a toast after swallowing a pint of lager. This was like a cage match for him; if there was more of an audience, he would’ve placed bets on the first to fall.