THE REJECTED LUNA
I looked at ice under my palms, at white veins spreading, at my mother in doorway of biggest cabin, rope burns on wrists bleeding a little, tape burns on mouth, but safe, held by Kaden who had thrown collar into water.
And then I did something stupid and maybe First Mother stupid.
I lifted one palm off ice, even though ice cracked more where palm left, and I bit my own palm with white teeth, claws out, fur up to shoulders, white eyes blazing.
Blood came. Not red blood. Pink white blood, light mixed, anointed blood, half anointed blood that I had poured over head but not drunk, blood that was half free half chainable but still anointed.
I let blood drip onto ice where white veins were spreadi