HaydeeWe got the silver-eyed boy out of the tunnels and into a warm room in Nightfall's healer wing, and there, in the light, I learned what Rourke had truly been building in the dark under a good man's house.Old Fenna examined him, and I read the blood in him with my own new sense, and between us we put together a horror I had not let myself imagine.The child was not Moonborn. He had not been born with the gift the way I was, the way my mother was, the way the line ran. He had been given it. Made to carry it. Someone had taken the blood they drew out of me, out of a Moongale heir, and forced it into a common wolf-pup's veins, over and over, season after season, until the boy's own blood forgot what it had been and started trying to become mine."He is not a harvest," I said, and my voice did not sound like mine. "Fenna. He is a crop. This is what the bleeding was for, all of it, mine and theirs. Rourke is not selling my blood
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