Easing this human into our rules was going to be the cardio workout of the century.
I took my first step toward the bed, prepared for the challenge ahead—only to be met with the most ungodly sound I had ever heard.
A long, echoing, room-vibrating fart.
My entire body stiffened.
And then the smell hit me.
A foul mix of decay and iron filled the room, thick enough to make even my mother inhale sharply in disgust.
Blood.
I swallowed back my reaction, forcing my expression to remain neutral as my mind raced with irritation and confusion.
Why the hell did her fart smell like blood?
I resisted the urge to cover my nose and instead reached out, placing a steady hand on her shoulder, keeping my tone calm and maternal.
“Good morning, Luna Mishele. It’s time to wake up.”
She groaned, shif
