The night of the full moon.
In the manor's underground altar, torches lit up the chamber. The air was thick with the pungent smell of spices and blood.
Leon sat high upon the main seat, gazing down, his face expressionless.
Several witch doctors in black robes surrounded the center of the altar. The pair of wolf clan twins I had purchased lay on the cold stone platform, wailing.
"Begin," Leon ordered coldly.
The chief witch doctor stepped forward, holding a silver bowl filled with dark green liquid. That was the pureblood antibody that could cause human babies to explode and die.
I stood beside Leon, my legs so weak they nearly buckled. My nails dug into my palms so hard they drew blood.
The witch doctor picked up a silver knife and, without hesitation, pricked the finger of one of
