The Reaping

Prologue
"We should pick who will live." Cosmo sat in the chair, the other Alphas surrounding him. He looked aged and worn and he felt like it, too. His brain was going in circles from what the Alphas had been discussing. They were important but hard matters, and he needed to pay better attention and take charge.

"Really?" Peck asked, sounding a bit too excited about the whole situation, considering.