(BLUE'S POV)
I let my fangs drop.
The sharp points extended from my mouth.
Without giving myself another second to hesitate, I raised my hand to my lips.
And bit down.
Hard.
Pain shot through my hand.
Warm blood immediately filled my mouth before spilling between my fingers.
I held my wounded hand over the cup.
Drop by drop, my blood began falling into the glass.
And I prayed to every god who might have been listening that the ancient prophecy had been telling the truth.
"I'm giving them my blood," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart. "If it saves them at least, then we'll find a way to protect them from Nowi. If it kills them..." I paused, my eyes locking onto Mason's writhing form. "If it kills them, I won't survive it. I'll follow them into whatever comes next."
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Lisa's hand flew to her mouth. Fiona's eyes filled with fresh tears. Dylan's grip on Liam tightened, his knuckles going white.
