He could feel that something was well and truly wrong. It wasn't just this tour through a slave camp or the unsavory nature of the slaver himself. It was something else. He could feel something in the air; some sixth sense that something truly revolting was happening.
"Now, I don't show these to everyone, but since nothing else has caught your eye..." He waved his hand and a gust of wind blew the tarp up, so most of it was laying on top of the cage.
His blood ran cold.
He clenched his fist so tight he was surprised he didn't hear his bones snap. The scales at the back of his neck stood up as Rachel gave a sharp intake of breath. He could feel a fire welling up deep within him. He was beyond angry; he was beyond enraged.
They were children.
Six kids who looked like they were around sev
