Taming

The lengthy night begins.

Long periods of time passed during which Ninh Phi had no nighttime dreams.

His slumber was broken up into a million bits. Warm blood spattered, there were blades, flamethrowers, smoke, and so forth. He was an abandoned sentinel, which meant that he had to run away from the union's grasp while being mercilessly pursued, like a mouse hiding in a small passageway. The guiding pheromone blazed up in all directions as she gently closed her eyes.