“It’s more than a possibility, Luna,” Patricia sighed, a long, rattling breath that sounded like wind through a graveyard. She looked at my trembling hands with a pity that made my skin crawl. “It’s an inevitability. Blood has a way of crying out from the earth, and those who were slaughtered fifteen years ago? They’ve been screaming for a long time.” She leaned back, her old bones creaking against the chair. “In our world, no grave stays shallow forever. If someone survived that cull, someone with a long memory and a heart full of rot… they wouldn't just want revenge. They’d want to erase the bloodlines of the men who...