Todos os capítulos de THEY DRAINED ME, THEN BEGGED FOR MY BLOOD: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

Lyra’s pov"Hold her still. She's fighting the needle again.""I'M NOT FIGHTING—" My voice cracked as the physician's assistant pinned my shoulder to the bed. "I'm telling you, something is wrong. My wolf can't breathe—""Sera's fever is at forty degrees," my mother said from the doorway. She didn't look at me. She never did, not during these. "Lyra, please. Just endure it like you always do."Like you always do.The needle slid into the crook of my elbow — the right arm this time, because the left was still bruised yellow from last week. Dark red threaded through the tube, slow and thick, winding its way toward the glass canister where my blood would be stored, labeled, and carried down the hall to my sister's room.My *adopted* sister. The girl who got my bedroom, my mother's songs, my father's pride. The girl whose mysterious illness had only one cure in the entire pack.Me."Mother," I gasped, as the room tilted sideways. "Please. Just this once — look at me."She was already gone

Lyra’s povMorning came gray and silent, and Darius handed me a cloak."Not for warmth," he said. "For modesty. You'll be walking down to the camp today, and my people have never seen moon-blood before. I'd rather they meet your eyes before they faint at your scent.""My scent?" I pulled the cloak around my shoulders. It smelled of pine smoke and him. "You keep saying that like it means something." "It means everything." He lifted the hide from the cave entrance. "Shall we?"The path down the mountain was a scar of black rock through white snow. I took three steps on legs that still trembled — and on the fourth step, something changed. The trembling stopped.Not gradually. All at once, like a door slamming inside my body. My lungs opened. The cold air that had burned my throat moments before now tasted *sweet*, metallic, like the air before a storm. I could smell the valley — smoke, meat, wet fur, a hundred wolves — all of it layered so clearly it was like being deaf my whole life an

Lyra's povThey brought the boy to the fire pit in the center of camp — the council fire, Varo told me, lit from the last torch saved when the Eastern Territories burned. He had never gone out in twenty years."His name is Tam," Darius said. "Sixteen. Orphaned in the burning. I've known him since he was a pup chewing on my boot.""Then why did he do it?" I asked."That's what we're about to find out."Tam knelt by the fire with his leg bound and his face gray, while Darius held the silver coins up to the flame. Six of them. Unmarked, untarnished, each one stamped with nothing but a tiny crescent moon."These didn't come from a market," Darius said, turning one over. "No kingdom stamps coins without a king's face. No pack stamps coins at all — we trade in pelts and favors." He looked at Tam. "So where does a boy from a burned territory get moon-stamped silver?""I told you. A traveler." Tam's voice cracked. "Three days ago, on the northern path. He said— he said a monster was coming do

Lyra’s povThe war council gathered in Darius's tent within the hour — Varo, Wren carried in on her litter muttering about interruptions, three scout captains, and the camp's quiet, scarred healer, a woman named Sable whom I'd met briefly when she re-stitched Darius's knife wound without being asked twice.Darius laid my father's note on the map table."Read it aloud," he said.Varo read it. When he reached *let every Alpha on the continent come and take you*, the tent went so quiet I could hear the snow shifting on the canvas roof. "He's not bluffing," Varo said finally. "An Alpha with a dying territory is a man with nothing to lose. He exposes her. Every greedy bastard from here to the southern coast comes running — and they won't come with petitions. They'll come with armies.""He can't expose her," Sable said quietly. Her voice was soft and precise, like a blade being wiped clean. "Think about what that letter actually says. *We know what you are now.* If he tells the world his d