Chapter Eight
IT WAS A BLOOD NIGHT.
The first since the accident.
Tamsen felt the urge to cleanse herself. She determined to brave the chill of the river’s current to remove all trace of the blood taint. The full moon loomed large enough to illuminate the uneven trail to the river’s brink. Once there, she removed her clothes and stood n***d, bathed in a wash of moonlight.
Lucas offered to accompany her but he seemed so weary she said she had rather be alone. He had worked hard and was still growing used to his missing leg. It was easier to hurt his feelings than to see him suffer.
Duvall and the boy were off in the woods. She was sure they slept outdoors. Perhaps a life in the wilderness gave them a distrust of walls. She envisioned them baying like wolves beneath the moon, bringing d
